It's cold and rainy here tonight. The food is starting to make me sick as well, and I think it's making me have crazy dreams. 44 days done, 37 to go. I can't wait to get the hell out of here. My roommate left today. He kept me up packing all day and that, coupled with waking up from said weird-ass dreams, lead to another night without sleep. I got some e-mails from Brandon Bond and he's stoked about the sleeve, as am I. I'm going to go catch up on what I missed out on last night-sleep. Peace.

So where the hell are you right now? Bring me back a souvenir?
[Edited on Dec 01, 2004 3:45AM]