Libby: “We are in limbo now, Henry.  We are outside the mainstream.  We are in purgatory.  We are lost.”

Henry: “Libby, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to kill myself.”

Libby: “We are testing our limits.  We are in the pits. ”

I don’t know why, dear reader, but that little snippet of dialogue (from the movie Primary Colors) has been going through my head sporadically rather a lot lately.  I know I’m always going on about needing an assistant, but I think I Need an assistant.  With a capital N.  And italics.  Yep.  This is serious.

N.P.: “Heirate mich” – Rammstein