I got cable! RoadRunner's box is sitting in my room. I'll set it up as soon as Grammy goes to sleep, so I don't mess up her reception when I unplug her cable. Whoo!
Freaking assistant manager today... he was cycling through all these CDs (NOW music collections from 1980 on) looking for Go-Go's... I got fifteen to twenty second bursts of THOUSANDS of 80's songs. THEY'RE ALL IN MY HEAD! GET THEM OUT!!!
And Becca, don't worry! Everything's still fine.
When I think about it, my dad not liking my mom's singing should have been a sign. I don't think that can happen between two people that love each other!
So umm... I should never have been born? Oro? What am I trying to say?