Dropped boyfriend at the mid-international airport (flight to Atlanta, six hour wait, flight of about same hours to Barcelona) a while ago and this means unabashed and repetitive Dave Matthews Band listening, Pink Floyd blaring, all-night VH1 watching, guilt-free workaholism, and above-average staying out late. Bye honey...I'll miss you...sniff...where's the Oban? Just bought Reveal, the new R.E.M. - it's soft and I'm digging it already but I haven't heard a high-kick-inducing rock song yet. Every release I find myself holding back before succumbing to their new twist on their genius. And the Stipe voice is still as sexy/earthy resonant.