I’m awesomely lucky. At this particular moment, no worries. None. It’s Sunday morning. I think my dad is home, but he’s sleeping. I do have a lot of things to do. I’ve tons of things most people would tell me to worry about. But it’s all future happenings anyway. My family is getting tired of the tipidy-clakity of computer keys and what they call my ‘whiny rock.’ They call it other things but I can’t hear them - by that point I’ve plugged in my head phones. Besides – At least I’m alone. Bright Eyes can whine and dine me. Drink me. I’m full of coffee! It’s great to have a big family, just – not all the time. If you’ve ever read the Weezie at books… I read them sitting and waiting at Virgin. I like their world. Not literary genius, maybe the whiny rock of paperbacks.

I just remembered – today is the Cure concert. Break a leg, Robert!