So, it's Wednesday, yeah, Wednesday. For the second straight day, I didn't wear my backpack to work and I have to say that I LOVE IT! I'm like a new man and it feels like I'm 5 pounds lighter. Granted, on my frame that's not a big difference but somehow, someway I feel different.

On Monday night I was walking to my bus and the guy in front of me dropped his hat. Without missing a beat, I scooped it up and gave it back to him. I'm sure he thought I was one hell of a guy but that's beside the point. Flash forward to Tuesday and my friend Paula drops her hat and again, I saved the day. What do these two events have in common? I don't know but later that day I got an AMAZING fortune cookie that read something like this -- good deeds, blah, blah, blah kindness, whatever I was half reading it. The point is all theses events are intertwined. Makes you think, doesn't it?

Ever hear of the punk group G.B.H.? My brother and I were into them back in the 80's. I just borrowed some mp3s from him and there were a few selections on there. It was like a musical time machine. A musical time machine that rocks hard! I need more.

My lips are chapped. I hate that. Hey, did I mention that I have a cold? Yeah, a cold. I feel OK but without going into too much detail, mucus, I'm looking forward to being well again.

Hey! Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer is on! Damn snow monster!

Goodnight ladies,

Bob