And the stars go out.

I may have mentioned this once or twice before. But my mother and her friend, Mimi, used to call a DJ way back when. Bob Dayton, who worked for KRLA (at the time). And he had them in once to meet the BeeGees.

At least, I think that's how the story goes. It's been so long...

Mimi is the one who got us into Blake's 7.

She died.... a year? Two? Some time ago. And, for some reason, I was checking up on Bob Dayton. He died in 95.

As if a piece of history that should still have been there was ripped away from me. It's... It shouldn't be devestating. It shouldn't even matter.

I don't know why it does.

I don't wanna die in captivity...

Dude. I came down this morning, and there was a 20 dollar bill under GW.

I suspect my parents.

But it's vaguely disturbing.

Heyyy... I could... get comics. What a thought. I need to find that stupid Suzanne Vega cd, too. Damn. Hrm.

I really should go... run errands. Or something.

Turning a good girl bad...

Mileage that the dog and I walked last night: Mile and a half.

Comic my store did not have: Domino #4.

Bad Marvel.