Notes and Such On Assorted Stuff

• There's nothing quite like the first time you hear a new great song by one of your favorite musicians or band. And you're captured by these new sounds and pretty much reduced to thinking, "Wowwwww!!"
• After something like ninety consecutive days at work, you eventually become numb to it all. The thought of a day off feels in a way, strangely depressing. But I don't want to be misunderstood here. I would jump for joy right now for a day off. I'm pretty much willing to commit most major crimes in exchange for 24 hours to myself. 
• A very good friends tormentor has passed away. Someone who has put her through hell for five years. Is it wrong of me to feel happy for her? 
• This whole life thing ..... It's almost funny how one day you're eighteen and seemingly the next, you're nearing sixty-five. If granted a mulligan, which year would I choose to do over?
• My assistant at work confided to me today that she has bouts of depression, that her meds were not working today and began crying. I suddenly wonder if I'm asking too much of her? Tomorrow will be the beginning of asking less of her.