Just found out one of my classmates had surgery this week for just-diagnosed breast cancer. Ah, it’s a bitch of a world, ain’t it?

Nelly’s a sweetheart, of course. She swears she’ll be back for June’s session. I believe her.

In other news, Icchus (the big male cat) is using the fax machine as we speak. That’s not surprising, I guess. It’s the fact that he’s programmed his own speed dial presets that gets me.

(It’s got nothing to do with NIN, by the way.)

I have what feels to be the beginning of a sustained good mood going.

Shhhh…don’t want to scare it off.

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I’m digging more and more on the new Springsteen album.

You must know that I was a hardcore Bruce fan for years, all the way back to the first couple of albums; the first tour I saw was the infamous “Darkness” tour, and I caught shows on tours all the way through Human Touch; plus the Amnesty Tour shows in Philly.

Then the tix got too pricey.

I’ve also been a bit weirded out that the NJ scruffbag we used to follow became the elder statesman, all that heavy philosophy, etc.

(I liked “The Rising” because of what it was — I know a lot of people didn’t, but I will confess that personally, it did help. A bit. I think people forgot who it was written for.)

But “Devils and Dust?” Put it like this: I could see Bruce and Steve Earle touring together really easily with this material. Lots of Dobro, fiddle, and classic folkie arrangements. Good lyrics, some of the best he’s ever done. (Some of the dirtiest, too…example: RENO.)

Anyway, the punk comes out and says it: I’m a Bruce fan again. Dammit.

Went to bed, realized I’d forgotten to take my pills, got up again, now I’m up.

Grr. I repeat, Grr.