A shrink would've had a blast with last nights goings-on in my dreamworld. Seems Farrah and Jackie dropped in for a visit to helpfully point out that I really need to pull myself together for my son's sake. Where on earth did they come from? I certainly don't remember inviting them.

Most importantly, what does it say about my state of mind to be offered advice by 70s sexkittens? Never mind that they were (and are) absolutely right. My oh my.