Tomorrow morning I'll either give the hottest girl I ever saw in Chicago Eros another shot,  which last week involved a round trip of 50 miles and finding a parking lot and reading the Tribune,  Sun-Times (the second reading of the day),  and USA Today, while running that motor for heat;  or I can call a girl who I got an idea will be nice and looks nice nothing half-assed will happen.  Kinda like deciding to be with Jessica Alba being in some real flaky mood,  or with Helen Hunt,  who is a fine acteress and I'm sure a fine person.
    So tomorrow night I'll either know every point spread for every NCAA game this weekend by heart,  or I'll be able to write a review.  I want to get that MVP membership anyway.