This is just a quick note to say to Hans: "If you are reading this, I am working on that stuff as I type. okay so hang in there. I haven't run out on our idea. Not totally anyway."

Then...my ex called again this morning. This was weird why would he call me by the AM. He hardly does that. Last time I checked I was the one making the AM calls. But I am sure you are tired of reading about this ex anyway. Wish it were somebody else calling me. I don't know who but just somebody else. Some of the people I dream about, think about, wonder about, just someone except him.

We talked again. I told him about my BSB obsession. Told him I expected him to like them because they sang mushy love songs, the kind he uses to lure women into sleeping with him just before he realizes how much in love with his ex he is. He chuckled. Then, I told him I would get us tickets to their next concert. We would pick a neutral city, take a road trip and just go see them in concert.

Doofus replied: It's 17 hours to Jersey or NY from where you are. You would really go that far for a concert?'

Sometimes I wonder how people plan to live their lives. To explore or ignore the adventures waiting to be reaped, discovered; the tremendous journeys that are waiting to be ravaged. I just shook my head and ticked off on my note pad: Count him out as an adventurer. Seek another.

I elaborated a bit and talked about my future road trip with Lea, hopefully (knocking on wood) next summer to San Francisco. He asked: WHY? Do you know anyone that lives there?

I should stop now before you round up your summary on why I should be discussing peaceably about Doofus like we have the same interests or something when he seems so opposite of me. If it's any consolation, at the end of my account of how interesting a road would be, he said he might take it for Christmas.

I had a BSB filled morning today what better ay to start the day. I heard Nick say: I have been single for almost a year and really lonely.

AARGH!!! That makes me want to produce Conversations, get him to act in it, and hope he falls madly in love with him during the shooting.

I know I am a dreamer, but if you don't dream, you don't live.