"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


Short-Lived Relief

I'm done. I'm a first-year Senior. This time in 2007 I will have had my show, and been on a several week bender by this time. That's a nice thought.
Cara Y. and I have decided to have our shows together. And yes, we're going to milk the name thing for all it's worth. Also, our opening reception will feature vats of Indian food, and the ensuing party will be one for the record books. You have two years advance notice, I will accept no excuses.

I just read my "quickie" horoscope : "Watch every dime. Your account balance may not be what you expect -- check it." Funny, because before reading this, I did just that, thinking I had enough for a cup of coffee and a few rounds at dollar beer night, with perhaps enough left over to hit up burger night tomorrow. HA! It was a noble plan, but once again, my calculations were horribly off, and I discovered I have no dimes to watch. Barring some sort of miracle, it looks like I'm stuck here until payday on the tenth. That makes me very sad, as I was looking forward to celebrating the graduations of some of my favorite people this weekend. I have requests in to the money gods, and I'm crossing my fingers.

See you when I see you.