I’ve been getting e-mails from people who think I’ve gone off the deep end and am approaching a Brian Wilson degree of bummedoutness. I assure you, the things I spew out on this blog are usually whatever I’m obsessing about at the moment and usually pass by the time I sober up wake up the next morning. Sadly, there will be no Pet Sounds emerging from my bedroom anytime soon.
On another note, I licked the newly bald head of my friend Randy the other night.
