In the Mail

I mailed my RPM CD today at lunch.  The post office in Westwood is a teeny tiny little corner of a teeny tiny little strip mall and I drove past it twice before I found it, but the disc is in the mail.

Now the question is, what do I do with myself now that I don’t have RPM hanging over my head?

The first thing is to shave.  My face is so damn itchy!