A lot of people wrote to me last week asking me to voice my opinion on this whole Michael Jackson thing. I've been studying the case since it broke a few weeks ago and am now prepared to present my views. In short, I say this; What's the big deal? Which one of us doesn't enjoy milk and cookies with a child every now and again. I mean, am I missing something here?

I'm kidding of course. I don't know. On one hand, Michael Jackson seems like a troubled soul. On the other hand, that District Attorney was SO, I don't know -- His press confrence was really poor. And you can't factor out how people are so opportunistic these days. Some family got 20-some million back in '93. I could see someone going for that kind of payday again. I think I'm on MJ's side on this one. But he really has to stop having kids over to Neverland, you know what I'm saying?

I figured out why not bringing my bookbag to work has had such an effect on me this week. I still feel like I'm on vacation. Going to work and coming home, I've just been care free. Interesting the games the old mind can play.

This cold is still with me. I'm a snot factory and my lips are still chapped! That's driving me nuts. I split my lip close to the edge and every once in a while it reminds me it's there with a sharp dose of pain. But I still feel OK for the most part. This is a weird one. I don't even know how lips become chapped in the first place. Is it too dry when I sleep or too moist? Am I not drinking enough water? I have the same problem in my car on a rainy day. Do I use the defroster or crank up the heat OR turn on the cold air? It's a mystery. And I'm the only one on the road driving with their windows all fogged up. All Fogged Up, that was my favorite Fastway song. Does anyone get that last joke? If you do, let me know on my message board.

If ever there was a sign from the heavens that my eating habits are out of whack it's this: I spilled some of my milkshake on my pants last night. Do adults drink milkshakes (it's winter time, mind you) or is it just me? Anyway, it was a sign for me to once and for all, change my ways.

I lost the lottery again. If I hit the big one you know what I'd do? Buy a big-screen TV.

That's it for me, I have to make a snot deposit. Gross but funny, right? Hello? HELLO?!

Goodbye.

Stay sweet,

Bob