My hands are always cold. I don’t know why that is. What will they all say about me when I’m dead? Do you ever feel like staging your death and then hiding in the rafters at your funeral to see what people think of you? I do. My sister ditched a dinner with my grandmother and I because she “had to work” it’s ten pm I highly doubt that she’s still out there showing vacuums- she doesn’t have that kind of work ethic. I browse SitD an find all these people who have strong emotional attachments to music. I find this fascinating. All over the internet when asked to describe themselves people tend to define themselves by the music they listen to. It isn’t good enough to say I listen to rock, country or what have you –no- they must list all of their favorite groups as though each group portrays some detail about them that can’t be sufficiently appreciated under the broad umbrella of a genre. Perhaps a completed list of a persons favorite bands at one point in their life could be used to analyze their personality or something. I don’t know… I’m starting to think too much. I need to go to bed so I can be rested for my trip to Frisco tomorrow. I love visiting San Francisco I love the buildings. I know not many people read this yet but if you happen to and you have been to SF tell me if you have encountered a particular bum who jumps out at you from behind two branches he holds. My friend and I have dubbed him “The Bushman” I have met two other people who have been startled by this entrepreneur and I would be fascinated to hear of others.