Dancing Around the Four Sides

Same here. And really, I do think most people look better with at least some of their clothes on.

Thanks to the joy of steroids, night before last I dreamed that someone had found a way to turn the rabies virus into anthrax-type mail bombs and I was trapped in the post office with a bunch of postal inspectors. I escaped, but since everyone exposed was contagious, they were after me. So I ran to St. P's and found it had been split in half by a massive fallen tree and there was no place to hide. Oh, brain.