I too am a little sick -- just a minor sore throat. But I'll pull through. Nothing's gonna kill me. I'm not, apparently, allowed to die by order of Keith. Which is going to make things tricky as everyone gets older, because I've decreed I have to die first. So when we're all around 278, we'll have to have words. If we can still talk.

This month's CMJ CD has me hooked on a band called The Red Hot Valentines and I may have to go pick up the CD. Catchy, flashy, stylish, smart... I dig'em.

No word on my interview, which means things aren't looking too good, but I'm not letting up. We'll see. Maybe they're still just thinking about it...