Miss Kittin is really good. Her first solo album, I Com, is fun and very cool. I'm enjoying it perhaps even more than The Gift of Gab's first solo album, 4th Dimensional Rocketship Going UP, which is awfully good itself. Of course, neither are as good as finishing the football story. I still have to write some kind of a conclusion, roll in some understanding of it. I'm still contemplating how it affected me, how it continues to affect me, and how to get over that affectation. I guess I've been doing that since the story had its last chapter ten years ago this month.

But not right now. Today, since it's past midnight here, is my birthday. And i'm gonna work very hard to have fun. or at least not be sad. I've got two great new cd's, two great new bouncy balls - large size, one pink and one orange and yellow - some turkey burgers to eat for lunch during my long bike ride I've planned along the mississippi river.

so here's to a good birthday, and hopefully a great twenty-eighth year.