So. I am 31 today. I am sipping my coffee and waiting for a stranger to come buy my mattress, which will leave me officially without any furniture. After he leaves, I plan to shred some documents, mail off another box of books, clean out the kitchen and my closet, and make another run to the Goodwill. But last night, Suzanne and I saw R.E.M. at Madison Square Garden. So so so great. Lots of energy, perfect mix of music, and Michael Stipe kept saying, “Supercool” after each song. Awesome.