What a Week!

You never realize how tired you are until you fall asleep at ten with the TV still on. I woke up at 6:30 and realized I had left it on all night. I turned it off, went back to bed for half an hour, then couldn't fall asleep again. Mom and Dad came home today, which I'm grateful for. This week was a riot, but I'd rather have my parents home. Special thanks to Lona for visiting me and chasing away Torry's 'bro'friends. We went and saw the play Pops cameo-ed in, "Dearly Departed." Of course me and my short attention span, the thing I remember the most was he was wearing green suspenders with trains on them. Oh, and the fact that his death brought the family together. On the way home we listened to a CD where blues singers sing Bob Dylan's Blonde On Blonde. Blues isn't exactly my thing, so when we got home I put on the actual album. You might be a Carlson if you do the cancan to Rainy Day Woman with your mother. Mom then showed me things she saw and bought in Philly. I won't say what they are in case they pop up in someone's mail slot soon. I'm so tired I'm going to bed after I'm done typing this (or at least when the record ends)