Your absentee landlord apologises. Her thoughts have not been suitable for public display recently. I mean, seriously, how interested can you possibly be in Robert Sean Leonard’s lovely eyes? See, I told you*.
And now I can't sleep, and I can't decide if it's the caffeine or the restless mind. Oh well, nothing a trip to the World War II memorial in DC won't help.
*Unless, of course, you are of the class of people affected by that thing of beauty, the Sadly Entirely Fictional Construct That Is James Wilson. In which case you have probably given the matter plenty of thought anyway.