I was in L.A. today for my bi-monthly office visit. I was trying to make an early train because, quite frankly, I still feel like shit and can barely breathe. Man, how long can this hang on? I didn't make the 12:30 or the 2 or the 3... but I got in the cab with enough time to make the 4pm train... as I exited the train at Union Station, the driver handed me a receipt, took my money and then said "I have a gift for you... it's very important." He hands me a pamphlet... the same born again, you are a sinnger, "Where will you spend eternity" pamphlet that I found in my laptop sleeve the other day.... hello? God... if you're listening, I don't need this kind of attention, I'm quite content, thank you. If there's some message you need to send, it probably isn't going to get through with brute force tactics. Thank you.