Apparently I recieved Jennie the Mute's airline ticket news after the Blog, which illustrates how I rate on her importance list...but its still awesome. Awesome that she can go anywhere in America and shes agreed to Ohio. Anyway, its a brisk 60 degrees outside right now, which in Jupiter is cold enough to give people hypothermia. This past week and half I had the extreme pleasure of some form of ebola/sinusitis, to which there were many great perks: like not being able sleep, speak, hear, breathe, swallow, or at a few points even walk...but I could sing exactly like Rod Stewart. Unfortunately, I had to be MIA from Spumoni Gardens and Ellexa and Christian, but I did manage to sneak out and cough my way through "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button", which was more like "The Curious Smell of Benjamin's Belly Button". I'm far more excited for Friday's scheduled viewing of "The Wrestler", mostly because I'm going with Jenia, who is an ecstatic die-hard Mickey Rourke fan. Quite frankly, its not avery big fan club, but the movie looks pretty damn good. Indeed, I too have been avoiding cable news and feel quite good about it. Been watching Real World in Brooklyn on MTV, I was disappointed to find out that it didn't take place on 38th St. Tell you what, a real reality TV experiment would be if they had "seven strangers picked to live in Castle 1526 too see what happens when people stop being polite". I'd never miss an episode. Anyway, time for me to scoot. State buon.