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Wisecrack quote of the evening, from gorgeous African-American comedian Andre Kelly: "And they think they can invite their gay friends to every wedding. I don't want to go -- I can't get married, why would I wanna go to your wedding? You know what I'm sayin'? Really! If this were 1950, I wouldn't want to go and watch you vote, either."

Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim'rous beastie

A while back, a friend posted about zir chagrin and shame over having an infestation of bedbugs in zir house. I understood it then, but I'm feeling it for real now. Not bedbugs, but we have a mouse. A cute mouse, I'll grant, but no-kill traps have failed and now I'm considering more drastic measures. I can't handle the cliche mousehole in the corner of the kitchen, or the footprints in the butter if it's left uncovered. I can't even sleep at night because of the sound of the little mousie chewing holes in the wall.

And I feel huge shame. Shame because my house isn't cleaner. Shame because I'm even considering harming this little creature. Shame because I don't have the emotional resources now to figure out a more creative solution, or to think about the whole thing without crying.

Bleah.