They say the good thing about music is that when it hits you, you feel no pain. NOT TRUE. Yesterday Rose flung a B52's cd at me to pop in the stereo and it sliced my forehead open. What's more, apparently spiders had been nesting in my forehead and they fell out of the gaping wound. Then they proceeded to bite my feet. Then I shot Rose in the arm with a pellet gun. Now we're even.