Why is it that every time I go away I want to write, "guess who's back, back again.." It's not that I think I'm Slim Shady, or Eminem, but yeah, in a way I'm a closeted fan - and no, I don't buy into all of his lyrics. But the guy's got talent. Haven't heard much about him lately, but then again, I'm out of so many loops right now.
Glad to be back. I have so much to do before my next and last trip this summer that I feel like I shouldn't have gone away last week. Won't say it was a waste of time, but I definitely didn't need to be gone as long as I was. And I definitely need to learn to say no, or manage my time, or whatever. Regardless I learned a valuable lesson about time - that's fer sure. And I feel like I've used the word time so much in this last paragraph, that it's become "today's secret word," or whatever it was called in Pee Wee's Playhouse. And every time I say time, maybe we should all scream real loud. It could be cathartic you know.
And speaking of time (you better scream here). Today 5:35PM (give or take a few minutes) I'll be phoning it in to "Hennican and White" on WOR710 AM (That's talk radio). We're going to be talking about the swingers convention in Vegas. Not sure what a swinger is? Well, maybe you should listen to my sexy radio voice and find out :)