No. 110: start to melt

I'm sitting here, about an hour after waking up, listening to Frank Sinatra sing my favorite of his songs, "Summer Wind", still in kind of a daze about a conversation I had last night. I won't go into details, but a certain Mikey Rocks, at the very least, isn't angry with me any more. It's just... nice. What's weird about it is that I prayed about it, and there was a very immediate answer. Totally caught me off guard.

Just wanted to blurb that. I need to get some Spanish reading done and then go to expos (*insert sarcastic "woop"*) but afterwards, WKC and I are going to the aforementioned Charm City Cupcakes, and what is better than cupcakes? They're certainly an upgrade from, say, a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.

Still trying to figure out what to do on Superbowl Sunday. Bert's? Father's? Who knows.

H.

PS. Had an insane music download fiesta this morning after deciding just to download all the albums on my Amazon wishlist. It may be that Johns Hopkins University undergrads are responsible for the plummeting CD sales. Ah well. Vinyl went out too, for most people. Anyway-- point: I will probably start doing album reviews on top of the 7 Songs. Maybe. If there's time.