That last post. That's the one the men in the white coats will point to when they whisk me away to that cell padded with Charmin and Twix wrappers. Why Twix wrappers? They'll know more about me than you'd think. At any rate, I had the interesting experience of slowly getting more and more SOBER throughout the course of my karaoke binge last night, which made my final, hoarse rendition of R.E.M.'s "Everybody Hurts" all the more hollowing (though one nice woman told me it was my song to 'represent' with). It's never fun to be the one sober person in a room full of drunks. Incidentally, that whole Alanis Morrissette experiment was an unmitigated disaster. Oh, but the ladies swooned for U2's "All I Want Is You". Now then, I actually think there are a few nuggets in that last crazy ramble which can be turned into posts in and of themselves, so over the next few posts you may see some ideas that originated there. This is, perhaps, the least humorous post I've ever slapped up here.