I can hold onto it forever, but that won't change the contents...I just need a very sharp razor and some 1/4 inch tape...It's probably not so bad. I wish that I could listen with some perspective; if it were someone else, I'd probably think it was fine. Wouldn't I?

It's warm now. In the forties, which I guess is only warm because we're all still dressed for the twenties. Tonight I'm going to steal Jackpot's violin and teach myself to play. And get some rest for tomorrow's date with danger...and by danger I more likely mean boredom...