I just saw Ben Hofmann do karaoke.

Yes, that's how you spell it. No, not "karaoke." I had to look up the spelling for that one. Did you know it's "Hofmann" and not "Hoffman?" He says, and I quote, "H-o-f-f-m-a-n is for Jews." Anyway, he did Sweet Home Chicago tonight. he was dancing, too. Good stuff. Tommy and Dirty Mike did a sweet rendition of Build Me Up, Buttercup. I may have cried. I guess I'll find out tomorrow. What did I sing? Not a goddam thing. Not that I would have, anyway, but in my defense, I didn't sleep last night. I worked on a stupid law paper for 22 hours straight, minus breakfast at CARMEN'S, and have been awake for... shit.... 40 hours. Now that I counted it, it doesn't seem like a lot, at all. I guess I'm in no position to write a book about it or anything, but if I did, I would dedicate it to coffee and Sparks. By the way, Hofmann drank 12 of them tonight. Not coffee, a-hole: Sparks -> Hence, the S.H.C. Well, I'm going to Kickapoo tomorrow morning, and I'm really friggen excited about it, so I'm going to bed now. Do I use too many commas? I'm delirious. This spell-check thing is a bunch of crap. It never works. It doesn't even catch "Hofmann." Okay, here's a test: whie dont I evar fined glorey hols n tha stals I go ento? Nope. Now help. My flaws are all yurs.