Going to the Rick Springfield concert

I'm going to the Rick Springfield concert. Friday night, lawn seats. My aunt and I are going, but hey, Matthew Perry, if you're reading, would you like to go?

I know he's not.

I'm going to pick up the DVD-video copies tomorrow that I made of my mom before she died. It's got my uncle on at the end. He's being his typical self. I always admired him, and he set me up against him after my mom died. I never was able to get it through to him that I admired him. He is still around.

Matthew is going to play my uncle ( trying to be positive, here)

I'm sending a copy to Ellen---I am not mentioning Oprah so much as Ellen. I am not sure how to "get through" to Oprah. You can't send postal mail and when you email, it says something to the effect that they receive so much mail and can't gaurantee a response. You feel like your message goes into an abyss.

I have sent her one or two but I'm counting more on Ellen. When you send her an email it says you'll be contacted. I hope that is true.

I am going to dream about and have been dreaming about being out with Matthew---not putting any "stock" in it, but I need to dream. He'll come to Ohio and we'll go to Frisch's and have a hot fudge cake. People won't think Matthew is Matthew---they'll just think he's the guy I waited on tonight. If anyone asks, he can just say he gets that all the time but he lives in town. I always need to dream. Dreaming has gotten me through a lot.

I almost let the concert go by but I'm actually going to do it. Going to go.

Cindy