Howard Stern read Cintra's article pretty much verbatim this morning, repeatedly referring to the author as "he" and claiming not to know who'd written it. Now I feel bad for her.

Artie also agreed that she goes a bit overboard and veers into zealot territory, which is when I felt bad for me.

I ran errands during lunch today and then went to get a Greek salad at this little hidden place I used to go all the time when I first started this job -- I was really lonely then. I still go every month or so (it's a *really* good Greek salad, with tons of feta and the perfect olives.) Today, I drove up to see an empty shopfront. Sad. The same thing happened with The Best Thai Place Ever, a little hole-in-the-wall in Boston where I first discovered Chicken Basil. This sort of stuff gets to me. Especially when I'm forced to get really bad Chinese instead.

Then, on the way back, I heard a radio ad for some all-natural Prozac alternative called "Blissium." I can't even find it on the web... Can it be real?