Has there ever been a better time to pack it in early for the week? And no, it's not because I plan on spending the next four days glued to the television watching every bounce of the basketball, not when there's playoff hockey on the line here in Raleigh. I've just had one of those haunting feelings that something's not quite as it should be. The world, my world, is a little off. Maybe it's the toothache that's been a constant since last Friday, or the painkillers and antibiotics--albeit weak--that have followed. Perhaps it was seeing the American Idol final 12 (don't ask!) cover a Modest Mouse song for their weekly Coke commercial. It could be this new time change which has me waking up at what is really 4am, no matter what the clock tells me. Either way, unless I miraculously get over this by tomorrow, and/or find a way to finish this post about Inland Empire that I've been working on since Sunday, I'm calling it a week...a bad week.