Monday

Monday morning, February 6th.

Superbowl was last night. The officials guaranteed a Steelers win.

The music was really awful. They had some guy with a tattoo on his face as well as the fat lady from the diner scene in the Blues Brothers sing the national anthem. Then the Rolling Stones played the half-time show. My God they're awful. "Smithers, have the Rolling Stones Killed."

Not much happened this weekend. I got a call from my friend Mary Saturday night. She was going to a party in Lowell. She mentioned "coming over" afterwards. I fell asleep on the couch and woke up at 2:50AM. No call...

I'm broke for the next ten days. I did my taxes the other day. I may get a refund if the IRS doesn't take it. I owe them a couple of thousand. I sure could use the dough... I'm hoping their institutional inefficiency works to my favor.

My friend Paula may come to visit in June. That would be nice, she's delightful. She sent me a couple of very cute pictures:







I'm thinking of going to Australia (or Oz as they call it). It's a really long flight.