I need to start playing the lottery or gambling. Otherwise how else will I be able to quickly amass a fortune that will allow me to retire tomorrow? It’s not that I hate my job, I actually like it for the most part. I just prefer not working. I guess it’s between winning the lottery, continuing to work as usual or become a hobo. I read somewhere that in the song that I feel describes me and my nature best, Whitesnake’s Here I go Again, the line, “Like a drifter I was born to walk alone,” was originally written using the word hobo for drifter. This was quickly changed because when sung, it sounded like, “Like a homo I was born to walk alone…” I can see this not going down well with their core group of fans.

I have a morning meeting so I am not rushing around trying to catch my train. Instead I am leisurely taking my time until I am late and have to rush around like a maniac to drive to my morning appointment. At least I am consistent.

My guitar playing is really getting so much better. I am finding that I am memorizing the finger positions so much easier this time than last time. I think the reason is I was more concerned with looking like Judy Collins than playing like Judy Collins. I have E minor, G natural and A down pretty good. Rob says I need another chord or two and I can start playing the Moody Blues song Nights in White Satin! I just gotta practice– practice makes perfect. I told Rob he had better watch out because I might surpass his guitar playing skills. Can you believe he laughed at me?

“Don’t get cocky, kid!”