Hello. Better weather make Andrew feel good again. Good sun dry away all the acid rain, and I saw my second nba playoff game on tv last night. And all I had to do was wait until 2:30 am to watch it. Caveman speak is all the rage amongst me and my caveman friends these days-- my English skills are rapidly dissapating, or as my roommate would say, "me no speaky good". The Giants got no-hit this morning. That wasn't pleasant. My friends Fenton and Lorrie work for this crappy school for toddlers called "Kids Club". I would tell you more about it, but the first rule about Kids Club is that you don't talk about Kids Club. Unfortunately, the second rule of Kids Club is that you don't talk about Kids Club. I will just say that the notion of sending a thirty-six month old child to an English academy to do anything other than soil themselves willy nilly about the classroom is a bad idea. But I've said too much. I got a letter from Robin in Haiti, and an e-mail from Cia in New York. They were nice. And so forth, and so on.