Blood, Sweat, & Tears

With special emphasis on the sweat. Though I also have a papercut . . . and you'll hear more of the tears later.

As I type this, I sit in my office, forearms stuck to the top of my desk, sweat dripping down . . . well, it's dripping everywhere. It's 88 sticky, stagnate degrees. Our air is out AGAIN. There have actually been more days this summer without air than with. Mind you, I'm not whining, or complaining, just informing.

RA training starts Sunday and we're supposed to be moving to Elmcrest sometime before then so renovations can begin in JANUARY! So, my stories from Kansas will have to wait until things calm down . . .

Until then, occupy yourself with this: In the Name of Love

A friend of mine told me about this CD, so, being a huge fan of U2, I rushed right out and bought it. But first I listened to samples from it on those nifty headsets at Barnes & Noble. I quickly shuffled to my favorite song: Pride (In the Name of Love). I wept right in the middle of the Pop/Rock section. I had a spiritual moment in the middle of the music section at Barnes & Noble. Then I started laughing at myself for crying. The last song on the CD is hilarious because of the guy's weird falsetto . . . it's very mockable . . . but the rest is amazing.