Hello Bob.

Zelda's pretty much amazing despite what Rico thinks. He has this preconceived notion from discussions past that I get depressed because of her. I don't get depressed because of anybody but my own danged self. My actions lead to my consequences which are my responsibility to bear and to face. Even when I can't bear facing them. I definitely wouldn't want to bear-face them. That would be un-American.

So tonight I went with Papa Bear (no, not Bill O'Reilly (sorry Stephen)) to a mystical far away land where we sat around and had storytime. Not like when we were kids. This was serious business! But it was storytime nonetheless.

I forgot to mention that I am HAPPY.

See I've been doing this thing. Living for God you see. Instead of for myself.

I've been striving every day to become a better person. And it makes me happy. Which is just plain silly.

My last post was "A New Tomorrow." Man, oh man. What a tomorrow it was!

I talked to Dewey about things that were vitally important that I tell him. Which is why I now get to go visit and have storytime with others who have similar storytime interests to me.

I'm not trying to make light of serious business. I'm trying to maintain the integrity of otherwise good people who I have no business discussing their personal lives on the intarwebz.

Also I might have mentioned I'm happy. It's like a drug. In my brain. And it feels good.

Well, storytime is over children and Papa Bear said GOODNIGHT so I guess that means it's time to go. Although Papa Bear said that like 3 hours ago. Well I had things to deal with.

Just wait until you see Episode VI of The Ridiculous Saga. It's the best yet. You wouldn't believe.

Ugh...why do I do this? I'm never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever going to use this thing!