Feel a lot better, 45 min before I go and do the play by play for the Women's Basketball Game at 7 on radio DePaul. Good for me to write a blog in that amount of time.

I ran up against "The Cat's Cradle" paradox today. You know, the one that Harry Chapin sung about?

My dad texted me earlier today, like before I woke up. So when I finally saw that he had left me a message I was on my way out the door to go downtown to rehearse before everyone could show up.

Practice is practice, I don't like to text during practice because I need to be focused. I had it until 4 today, so I couldn't really give much time away until after.

It's not like he was too busy for me in the past but now I'm just too busy to talk to my parents.

My life includes dead zones. I don't get cell phone service in the subway or student center, I try not to text or call during practice, and at a certain point I can't call my family because they are an hour ahead of me and they could be sleeping. Other than that I have homework and other responsibilities. Gah, life.

"But it's sure nice talking to you Dad,
It's been sure nice talking to you"