Before I drop over dead, I thought I’d put some thoughts out there into the void.

Most important thought of the day is that my baby isn’t a baby anymore. Dan and I registered Justin for kindergarten today. I was astounded. When did I become old enough to have a kindergartner? Justin is so “grown-up” - he was very blase about visiting his new school. He was more put out that he had to ride in Mommy’s Honda instead of Daddy’s Jeep - poor kid. I haven’t seen the child since last week with this stupid study schedule. Does that matter? Apparently not. But I suppose Jeeps are always cooler than Hondas.

Speaking of studying, I finished my interminable sentence in Option Hell tonight, with an 82% no less. I was hoping for something in the 90’s, due to the fact that I studied my ass off, but I’m just happy to have passed. Tomorrow is something about specialized options (who the hell knows?) and then reviewing again.

Finally scheduled my Series 7 actual exam date: April 17th. I’m praying hard.

Oddly enough, I took the test (on paper) while listening to Javi’s band rehearse. It was fantastic. The funniest thing about it was that they are all like little kids. While Javi and the new guitarist, Jim, were discussing something, David and Daniel (bass and keyboards) burst into a rousing rendition of Chopsticks. Suddenly the drummer comes in and the place is jamming away. Even Javi and Jim got in the spirit of things. Javi’s comment, when they finished: “People would be amazed by the little things that will amuse musicians.” I tried to laugh quietly. Ha!

The new dave matthews band CD, “Everyday,” is really great. I’d seen all kinds of reviews of it that basically trashed the entire thing. Well, the critics once again cannot be trusted.

Perhaps part of my affection for it is because poor Dave seems to be struck with the same affliction I have. On that note…

“It seemed so unnerving

Still somehow deserving

That she could hold my heart so tightly

And still not see me here

Oh, I sleep just to dream her

Beg the night just to see her

That my only love should be her

Just to lie in her arms

I know I’ll miss her later

Wish I could bend my love to hate her

Wish I could be her creator

To be the light in her eyes…”

Zombie-like,

michelle