No folks, I'm not dead. I haven't had the best week in the world, but I'm okay. Like Gloria Gaynor, I will survive.

Let's just start this whole thing over, shall we?

Anyway, the tae bo tapes are here. Sonya and I have watched the instructional video exactly once. It looks pretty tough. You betcha.

And this is fun: the Wife and I are going to Chicago over Easter weekend. I've never been, she's never been, and we've never flown together. It'll be fun! We're going to do some clubbing, go to a concert and maybe see the Bulls play. I think it'll be a fine thing. All you burglars out there, mark your calendars. Don't try anything, though. The ferocious hound will still be in residence.

Let's see...interesting news...well, Sal and I went to the casinos Saturday night. I might as well have driven around the parking lot, slipping five dollar bills out the window, for all the good I did playing blackjack. We ate at the Ridiculously Rich Buffet. At any other place I wouldn't order crab legs and prime rib, but when it's all spread out in front of me? And it's already paid for? I ate like a pig.

One more interesting moment from the weekend. That night I got home and started drinking beer. About midnight James wants me to go to Kinko's with him to fax something. So I got to ride in Jen's Miata, drunk, through the freezing night with Hole's Celebrity Skin blasting out of the headrest speakers.

It was a transcendental moment. I felt like a teenager again.

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