And you just may be the one...

"First we'll escape, then we'll play baseball"-Mike to Peter

I missed meeting FC to watch the inaguration. I figured though I love the boy, it's not every day a president gets sworn in.
Last night I dreamed I was dating Micky. I mean, come on now, how far can my subconscious possibly take this? Wait. I don't really want to know the answer to that. I just remember thinking, "Wow, Micky's not that ugly after all!"
Unfortunately for the world, E and I learned how to play about 3 Monkees songs last night so I guess those will have to be added to the set. E's going to sing lead on them I think, perfect, he has such a great voice, he just won't admit it. Guess I can't make fun of CJ for doing Buddy Holly sets anymore.
Speaking of CJ, he couldn't get a hold of me via phone so he did the sweetest thing possible: he sent me a lovely postcard from Knoxville since he was there doing PR over the weekend. It made me feel guilty so I actually wrote him an email saying we should get together. I'm a juggler for sure.

All right the name thing: In one of the shows, Mike has a director's chair that reads "Lauren St. David" ("Because I don't want to be recognized.") The -Blessing is since before the band, Mike had a solo act with the name Michael Blessing, that he picked out of a phone book. Hence, as you can plainly see, my fictional self is married (twice) to the doubly-fictional Mike. Get it?
Yeah, yeah, in real life Mike was/is "married" 3x+? and in real life I have nothing to do with him. That's why fiction is FUN! Maybe my fictional self is the daughter of his double self. Hmmm, something to consider. OK right, I got it, Lauren (me) is the daughter of Lauren St. David and Michael Blessing, hence the hyphen. Glad I worked that out, whew.

"It is of my opinion that the people are intending...It is of my uh, people that the tima--...it is, it isn't my uh..."-Zilch