a letter to my mom

mom,
i'm just writing to tell you that i drove by oprah's studio today. we had a laundry delivery across the street. it's very large and it gave me an idea for a blog post that i will get around to about how the 24 oprah network would be a smash success.
then i thought about where guests of the oprah winfrey show stay and then i thought about if one day i'm a guest and they dig up all my old blog posts about how much i hate her and there's a huge snafu. then i thought, what if i just deleated all the oprah posts or what if i meet her and she turns out to be a really nice person and i start to sweat about if she knows about the blog. so i have the internet shut down (by then, i'll have lots of power and money) so that she can't ever know about my blog. then i thought that all of what i just thought was stupid. she's obviously not a nice person.
then i thought about you and then how you would be TIVOing her show and how i should call you. then i thought about how i need to be able to pay the phone bill when it comes so i shouldn't call at 2pm.
then i thought about how when i do have all that power and money and i get to meet her, i'll call you and put her on the phone.

just some thoughts,
b