Want to know what would make my life so much happier? If I had my own personal Paul McCartney that would follow me around to all my classes and such and sing to me whenever I was feeling sad or irritated. Maybe if I had a tiny Paul that lived in my pocket, except with his normal voice and not the strident, squeaky voice one normally associates with tiny people. I could call him MiniPaul. Then I could give him a hug and a pat on the head and maybe a cookie. We would be such good friends, MiniPaul and me. I wish I had a MiniPaul.