where was miko & why was jm there?

Today I applied to ten plus jobs with the three hour Michael Jackson memorial, then the four (million) hour MSNBC post-concert commentary blaring in the farmhouse background. As I’ve been breaking down all day- pulling my hair out, basically spazzing about still being unemployed D has been shuffling around with the phone pressed to his ear, gushing to any and everyone about how great “that Usher guy is-he can really sing his ass off, can’t he?” (The real question is, why didn’t he dance? Why didn’t anyone dance?)

The good thing about being here is that I can only stay down for an hour or so because we can’t go longer than that without one of us subconsciously breaking into a farmhouse serenade of we are the world.