As I write today's diary, I'm enjoying the sweet sounds of Prince's Sign 'O the Times! Victory is mine! During yesterday's diary it occurred to me that my friend Walter could hook me up with his Apple music thing. I got the music for 99 cents a song. That's a sweet deal. The music industry is stupid. Why does it take Apple to make a good music service? Seems like they're missing the boat. Thanks, Walter.

Too bad my ears can't fully enjoy it yet. Ear infections really aren't fun.

I played the lotto last night - it was up to 95 million! That's some sweet cash. I don't need much, just enough so I won't have to worry about it anymore. I figure that's somewhere around 1 and 25 million, ha ha! If I win, I'm going to buy one of those phones shaped like a duck and when it rings, it quacks like a duck. It's sad that all of my dreams center around the TV show Silver Spoons. But come on! That Ricky kid had everything! EVERYTHING!

Remember when TV used

to mean something?
10:35 on a lonely Friday night, she was standing by the bar, mmm, she was looking all right - Damn that Prince is good!

OK, that's it! Every second on this, how you say, computer? Is a second I'm not resting.

Have a bitchin' Wednesday!

Hugs,

Bob