Have you ever been so ridiculously sad and depressed over absolutely nothing that you just wanted to weep, but realized the ridiculousness in doing so, so you just lay there in bed, ear to the pillow, unable to sleep but aching to drift into a dream that will carry you from that feeling? yeah. What the eff.

Anyway – this weekend was amazing, and drunken. I’m sure pics will start happening soon. Ladyhawke was crazy. Got hit on by some drummer as I walked out of the show but I was too retarded from bad beer to understand. I made $11 at minibar (do I have to claim that on my taxes) by pole-dancing. Nudity was not involved (not even a little nipple). Managed to go swimming in Lake Michigan, naked. Did not make any money for that.

Perhaps I can sleep now. Thank you for listening