Mr. Doctor also says that he's worried about my blood pressure--because it's NORMAL. What a comedian, he. Fact is, my blood pressure has always been way way lower than normal for my age and weight, whatever those are. And today, when he took it, it was at human levels. Then I remembered to tell him that I had had no food as yet (it was 2PM) and had taken a jolt of Formula 44 and six Diet Cokes since 9AM. That explained it but it didn't make him very happy, as you might guess. So now he wants me to modify my diet. I explained that Spring is here and soon I'll have more vegetables a-poppin' outside than I can possibly deal with, and he seemed satisfied. But he wants me to switch my soda habit to the caffeine-free variety, ugh. People who say they can't taste the difference between Diet Coke/Pepsi and the caffeine-free varieties have got to be kidding. I can deal with decaf coffee just fine, but those decaf colas taste wretched. Still, he's the doctor.

Also: I seem to have thrown out part of my back that I never even knew about--way down in the coccygeal area and apparently a key part of the formula for MOVEMENT of any kind. So once I sit down or lay down it seizes up and I'm paralyzed. What a mess I am--how did I go straight from 40 years old to 85?

In other health-related news, my little goober employee Kevin got in a car accident the other day and smacked up his head a little bit--he refused to go to the doctor, like a fool, and sure enough tonight he collapses over the counter. I was home already, flat on my back and not getting up again. He called me after calling his wife, who came to pick him up and took him to the emergency room. Subdural hematoma. Idiot. Like he can afford any MORE holes in his head. Doctor said it's very minor and not to worry, but he has to stay home for several days. So now I'm sick, immobile, and in a bind at work.

I took the chance to listen to the "Business Opportunity" tape that Arnie Itzkowitz sent me (I swear I'm not making that name up.) Sixty minutes of bulls**t and I'm STILL not sure what the f*** it is they're trying to sell me, or have me sell.

Anyway--a thought occurs vis-a-vis that video you have--it seems kinda foolish for me to lug a VCR or two all the way up there, set it up, and break it down DURING A PARTY. What I'd prefer, if you concur, is I should motor up there one day soon and bring the tape home with me, copy it and then bring it BACK on Party Day. I would, of course, treat it as the lump of gold that it is. If it's OK with you.