There I was. . . sittin on the Group W bench

O.K. So I was listening to some "Alice's Restaraunt" (Arlo Guthrie) and I got to thinkin. . . . this is my "thinker" pose by the way. Anyway, this is my 6th week of being on the outside (like I was in prison or something) and things are starting to fall into a routine -- nurse, then diaper change, then sleep, then diaper change, then eat again and so on and so forth. Mommy and Daddy are spending lots of time talking to me and getting me to move around and generally just trying to expose me to different stimulus for better brain development. Yea, yea I know they're over the top. . . . but so do they, so what are you gonna do, huh? But back to the point. I am feeling a little, oh I don't know. . . . cooped up. Kinda like I was in the Army or Jail -- that's the connection to "Alice's Restaraunt" if you were wondering. Does this stop as you get older or become an everyday possibility? And if it does, what can a "sista" do to prevent it. What do you do?
I know that music is a good way, hence the whole Arlo Guthrie song thinkin episode. Quick aside. . . . I love my tunes, I just got 4 Bob Dylan cd's (Blonde on Blonde, Highway 61 Revisited, Blood on the Tracks, and Bringin it all back home) and a Johnny Cash (American Recordings III Solitary Man) . . . . ok, Mommy and Daddy got them, but everything that is theirs is mine too. I'm trying to track down a little Bill Withers, pre 1964 stuff. I love music. I'm kinda rambly today, not a lot of sleep last night -- U2 was on Conan, very good. Peace L