Sometimes at this point it's time to go to work where we have either 3 terrible cds, 3 okay cds, my cds, or the radio. And I've discovered that the radio is basically like a cd that repeats every hour and a half (and that includes the commercials).

Back at home I have dinner in a rush and am either watching t.v., reading or back on the computer. It's all underscored by music, noise, and talking.

When I go to bed it's either after watching a movie in my room or with the cd player on.

Of course throughout the day I've practiced piano, taken a walk, harrassed Peter and probably went driving or to a movie with Emily. The sad part is that apparently I cannot live without music except while out doors. When I run into my room for more than five minutes I turn on my stereo.

So, as I write this, distracting myself from an empty store, I've turned off the radio.

Maybe it's time to face my fear of silence.

Maybe I already have.