ohgod...uuhhhh....uggggg.....blaaaaaah

These are the sounds that fell out of my mouth when my co-worker, Miss Barbie, told me about the passing of Corey Haim. Ya'll have to understand my morning routine: roll outta bed, straight to shower, straight to car, turn on classical radio, head to work. There is no way I would've heard this news this morning except for her. As I type, I'm in the school's computer lab with 26 of the hardest working students I see all day. I honestly don't know what to say. He'd been going down a rough, rocky, druggie path for sometime, but you always hope your teen idols will pull themselves up out of the mucky muck. Not even Feldman could help his compatriot.

Cheers, Haimster. Thanks for all of the great fun...especially Dream a Little Dream ("messin' with Rambo's little brother"). Perhaps there will be a better eulogy later, but for now, I'm out of words.