It’s too hot to sleep. The air in Hoboken is thick with humidity and the smell of burritos (I just walked by the burrito place, sorry). I lay here in my bed; hot, alone and very, very naked. Is this a dream? Who am I?¿Cuánto el son triturados papas? AAAHHHHH!!! The sweat is never-ending as my pores overflow with moisture. My neck is sweating. Is this the future?

So we have these fish in my office, I’m not sure how they got there but somehow I’m in charge of them. On Friday, there were six but as of yesterday morning, we were down to two. I did everything: the tank has three different filters, got the right food, the right water/fin conditioners and the tank even has one of those cool treasure chests that blows air bubbles. And still, they’re dropping like flies! It’s really taking an emotional toll on me. I will say that I don’t think fish in general are that bright. One of the dumb bastards committed fish suicide in the treasure chest.

I mean, come on, what could I have done to prevent that? I don’t think there’s such a thing as fish Prozac. Like I said before, there are two left, if they see Friday, it will be a miracle. If you ever want to get little Jimmy or little Suzie a pet, get ’em a cat. They crap in a box and hardly complain about anything — The perfect pet.

I feel like it’s getting dark earlier already. What the F?I haven’t enjoyed one real day of summer yet. Its all been rain and gloom. Sigh.

Popular Culture note: Prince is coming out with a new CD soon. N.E.W.S. contains four, fourteen-minute songs, North, South, East and West. I find that to be fascinating. He’s a musical genius, in my opinion — One prolific SOB, ha ha.

Do you remember the record store chain, The Listening Booth? That just entered my mind for some reason.

So that’s it for today. Have a great one!

Always,

Bob