Rock.

People, there will be no diary entry today for a couple of reasons.

Reason the first - we didn't get home from our big rock show until 3:30 in the AM, which left precious little sleep time before my 8:30 in the AM roll call at work. Ouch. I am T-I-D-E tide. I'm too tide to even include the "r." And when I'm tide I do not write well. For example: here's the first sentence of my diary attempt this morning We had a fantastic time last night in Rhode Island, or, to those of you in the know, "good ol' Rhody". Now folks, that just isn't funny, or cute. Nor does it actually make that much sense. Nobody calls it "good ol' Rhody."

Reason the second - June Carter Cash passed away yesterday and that just makes me plain old sad. She was truly a powerful singer and songwriter and more than that just seemed like a really decent lady. I think I may listen to "Jackson" a million times today.

So screw it people....I'll see you on Monday.

(Ed. Note - Joe makes two mistakes in this journal entry in my opinion. 1) He mistakenly assumes that anyone cares whether he actually writes this pithy scatalogical tripe and 2) Does he think anyone is fooled by his non-entry-but-actually-an-entry-meta bullshit? It's just not that clever)