Two nights in a row I went straight home and listened to music. Mostly listened to the Rolling Stones. They have quite the body of work. I also listened to a CD that I got in the mail yesterday. The band has a horrible name, The Brian Jonestown Massacre, but their CD, Strung Out In Heaven, is very satisfying. Also for two nights in a row, I bought scratch-off tickets. Monday night, I won $2. If you know anything about me, you know I let it ride! Well, I won another $2. I’ll let you know what happens tomorrow on tonight’s purchase. I also played the Mega Millions game; it’s up to $50 million. You have to be in it to win it!

The Spanish Prisoner is a pretty good movie. I’m listening to music, typing this diary and I just looked over and saw something I didn’t notice before. Cool.

Have you figured it out yet? I have nothing to talk about today. Excuse me if today’s diary is eerily reminiscent of King’s Things.

If I had a bookie, I’d bet the farm on Oakland. Rich Gannon just had a super season and he deserves to go all the way.

When I said “bet the farm” that reminded me of a story. BobBorden.com presents: Stories I Don’t Remember but I’m Going To Tell Anyway — I think I heard this on a radio station years ago, I can’t remember? Anyway, Neil Young was out on his boat, I believe on his lake. He had his house and barn wired like a stereo. Neil was listening to the music and yelled over to someone on land, “I need more barn.” And that was Stories I Don’t Remember but I’m Going To Tell Anyway. I enjoyed that when I was younger. I thought to myself, wow, how cool is that? And then I’d grab a bowl of chips and watch Speed Racer. Such is life.

I think that may be all for today. If I win the $50 million, I’ll be calling in the next diary from my solid-gold car.

Have a great day. God Bless America.

It’s still cold outside.