There's A Tear In My Beer.mp3 (HW Sr., not Jr.) reminds me so much of my friend and former housemate, and then by proxy her boyfriend (also my friend) and my other former housemate (who has moved to the same Big Cool City Cultureplex that friend&boyfriend have), it's so silly, I should be writing them letters all the time but I haven't finished a single one yet.

waiting for my first visitor to call my cell phone, I really hope he is not dead or lost.