cimorene

i'm eating almost-stale cereal for breakfast and polishing off my inbox. which is to say, answering two or three of those one-line feedbacks and one very very long and old one. someone slap me on the wrist. i think i need it. the date on this fb is may 15, besides which it's the only feedback of any substance i got for delirium at all, discounting the brilliant ego-stroking of my betamander. in other news, i've been sucked into smallville thanks to the plotting and scheming of my dear much against my own will. unless someone can tell me when it comes on and chooses to do so, i'm going to have to go to tvguide.com. which, as we all know, is one of the many earthly guises worn by the antichrist.