Well, damn, it was Monday all day. First, I didn't sleep worth a damn, and then I had to get up while Karen got to sleep in. She left me a nice Anniversary card this morning, and I felt guilty, I used to write her a poem for every occasion, but I ran out of words a coupla years ago for some damned reason. Now everything that I try to write sounds trite and I can't make a rhyme anytime. See what I mean? Anyway, I left her a pot of coffee. I can't believe that BabyBush is trying to revive the trickle-down economic theory. Hell of it is, most everyone is going to go along with it, just like they will with his war on Iraq plans. I'm seriously worried about this country, he and his ilk will run it to the ground if we let them, and that's what appears to be happening. I'm on call tonight... so far, so good. It's 20:15 now, and I'll probably be in bed in 15 minutes or so, gonna try to catch up somewhat, though I know it's a losing battle. I bought a guitar on e-bay yesterday. Cheap, real cheap, I hope that it gets here in one piece. If it doesn't, I may have to get my gut-string one back from Tyler if he isn't using it. I need to be playing, and I don't really want to play the electric one for some reason... probably because I play it too loud and not very well. Non-amplified guitars are a lot more forgiving, you can just sing louder when you know that you're gonna mess up... well, the problem there is that you need to have a good voice, which I don't particularly. Otherwise, you just get bad noise drowning out other bad noise. Every little once-in-a-while, I feel the need to confess my sins here. This is one such occasion, and it's really messy, so you can stop reading if you want to, I wouldn't blame you at all. Several months ago, I found a bottle of marshmallow creme in the cupboard. I didn't touch it or move it or even pick it up and read the label. It has been on my mind, just below my consciousness, for all this time. Tonight when I got home, I was looking for something in the silverware drawer, and suddenly I thought, "One of those spoons would be just the thing to eat that marshmallow creme with!" and by golly, I was right. And it was excellent, and Karen didn't catch me until I was down to the last spoonfull. And no, I'm not really proud of what I've done. I am,however, immensly gustatorially satisfied, and I probably won't have to do that again for a coupla years....