*does a jig* Today is ALREADY shaping up to be a good day. I emailed my Dad and asked him if I could come pick up my music--he said it was salvaged and cleaned quickly. OH MY BABIES, HOW I'VE MISSED YOU. *fawns over CDs* ...what? Anyway, he replied and said Brian was back home. Brian is our neighbor and Dad's only friend. A few months ago, he was hospitalized because he apparently had blood vessels strangling his spinal cord; but he's back home now, so he must be a LOT better. And as much as that guy creeps me out, I'm really happy that he's back--it's just great that he's doing well again! *dances*

I also got a package. I never get mail--hell, I rarely get email, except from TheWhoTour.com and Beliefnet's Buddhist Wisdom. But he said I got a package yesterday, and that makes me happy. Unexpected mail is one of the simplest, yet greatest pleasures one can know. Unless the package has no return address and it's ticking ominously. Then it's a right drag, but this one's apparently okay. So hooray! It's like Christmas has come early. :3

Wonder if my black and red socks are there? I need them for my Halloween costume. If they aren't there, I'll hitch a ride to the mall and visit Hot Topic. They usually have a good selection of striped legwear.

You know, Keith Moon was a terrible singer, but I love hearing him do it. He just has so much energy and enthusiasm about it, it's infectious. Even if you're feeling lazy and depressed, listening to Two Sides of the Moon can perk you right up, just feeling all that energy and the lust for life. Good Lord, if Keith were still alive today... *laughs*