Sexy man! Sexy man. Go Kelly, you little, dirty girl. Yeah. And that’s all I have to say about American Idol. Oh, and that song, the one they wrote for it, sucks. That’s all there is to it. It sucks. Last night we talked to James. Still waiting to find out what happens in the next few weeks. I don’t really want to think about it, but I must. Oh well, I will wait to later. (Put it off. Put it off). I don’t have much to say, as usual. I am leaving very soon. Kinda freaky. Living out of a suitcase for a while. We’ll see. And I still have my job here. YAYA! I mean, they have no desire to walk me out without pay. So that’s nice. You just never know. Never know.