Karen Carpenter once sang that rainy days and Mondays always get her down. Hey Karen! -- try a Sunday on for size! Or a Tuesday, or a Wednesday... or any fuckin' day for that matter because it's been raining pretty much every day in Boston for the last two weeks. This is the kind of weather where the the convict turns to his cellmate and says, "It was on a day like this -- Jane turned to me and said, "You know on second thought I think I like the sofa where it was in the first place." And who can blame him? If I was on the jury the guy would be enjoying a nice round of golf about now. Hopefully in someplace sunny. I never thought I'd be a slave to the weather but after six years in LA it's easy to take sunny days for granted. Now realize this -- I've had a few glasses of some good fuckin' Cab and I know I'm rambling but what the fuck else do I have to do? It's raining!!! With that, I wish everyone well and thank you for letting me vent. It's that or kill my fuckin' wife. Kidding. Not married... anymore. Go ahead, find the body. I dare you. (sinister, maniacal laugh).