I got on and realized that mom had just popped a Nora Jones CD into the computer, so I can't blow my eardrums listening to heavy metal (forget for a second that I swore off it the first time I was in a car with a newly licenced teenager, darn it!! But that's another looooong story...) but instead maybe do some actual WRITING because Fresno and Green Day and all the rest are more condusive to head-banging and wrist-slitting (not that I do that, mind you, my wrists are perfectly lotus-blossom white and unblemished, thankyouverymuch) than to any creative writing. It's kind of ironic, for some reason...