It took me forever to get home last night. I was on the subway platform but they rerouted the trains because I think they were working on the track, so I got on another train and had to take the PATH train back to Hoboken. I get to the PATH station just as my train was leaving the station. When you're going home and in "home" mode, that's just kicking a man when he's down. But I put my headphones on and the first song I heard was Derick and the Dominos' Bell Bottom Blues -- that's what I needed -- Layla is such a great record on so many levels.

I think I'm going to start hanging out at the train station. That will be my thing. "Hey, where's Bob? -- What are you thinking, he's at the train station." Hoboken has a pretty big train station but I've never spent any time there. Maybe I'll hop on a train this weekend? I hear Newark is lovely this time of year. I remember when I was doing something for the show years ago, I took a train to Washington, D.C. -- I enjoyed that.

Gloomy/rainy day yesterday and me without my umbrella. I didn't think it'd get above freezing until June. Mother Nature is a fickle temptress. Lord, I'm tired and I have nothing to talk about.

I'm thinking about pitching a show to the WB. It's mostly about my (boring) life but here's the hook: by night, I have underground dance parties. So, It's part reality, part dance party. The working title is Bob's Dance Party. I haven't thought it through 100% but here's something that must be in each episode: I'm watching the people dance in my underground club, then I take off my coat, hand it to the bouncer, take a long pause, and say, "Time to get this Dance Party started" -- Then the bouncer looks at me, nods in agreement, and says, "Yeah" -- and -- SCENE

Sweet butter I'm tired.

That's it for today. I leave you with a new segment to bobborden.com, I call it; Think About It. Here we go -- Silent-Nail clippers, Think About It. That was bobborden.com's new segment to bobborden.com; Think About It -- Tell Your Friends.

Maybe instead of hanging out at the train station, I should live the life of the hobo and ride the rails.

Always and forever,

Bob