I envy everyone not in this house right now. Currently, the goings-on consists of an intense battle of musical "taste"; my Elvis against the wee sister's brand spankin' new Blink 182 cd. Sadly, I am outnumbered 2:1. I'm making up for it by singing along (badly) at the top of my lungs. I'm sure how much longer my vocal chords can hold out/stand this abuse.

John Cusack is such a sweetie.