Oh and Happy Birthday Sean! =)

You should see me now...I am a zombie.

Today I watched Stardust Memories...a bizarre dark humored Woody Allen movie...and I'm confused but it was good, because he goes for that self indulgent touch of making something creative one big inside joke so people think it's smart when its really an attack on only a few people.
He lives inside himself, as do I...and hey, maybe i'll marry my adopted son...

for all those academy awards and fame he has...why not...I mean, I like younger guys...Pete Schiller could even be my son if i wanted him to be...well then i would have had to have him when i was like three or four, and for a child that young to have a kid...well, that's not possible...

My mind is melting...all that pharmacy work...I need to read something with knowledge and power but I lost all that during camp when I was trying to teach my kids that jokes about Catholic priests weren't funny even if the counselor laughs and yes, George W. Bush is a moron but you can't keep making improv jokes about him all the time...it's funny once...

I found a mix i must have made for someone, because i put my most depressed music on it. It's labeled, "A Special Mix" but all it made me cry for no reason last night...
So i bought myself 100 dollars worth of Copland and Richard Ford to make me blues float out thee window. 86 dollars spent for five CDs and two books...not a bad dealio

I'm going to bed...