I had a good time with Cathy and L.A.M. last night. We all bonded, and I felt like me and Cathy were becoming even better friends.

I've been looking in the garbage too much to be fruitful lately and making neurotic notes about things I should be doing.

I guess we can't go on tour until Winter. What to do until then but make that cash and seek out those who must be sought.

I'm changing very subtly all the time.

Their van was cool. It's totally bitchin' to have these new friends immediately. I was a little introverted but rode the wave.

A couple nights ago, I went out to eat with Javier, Paul, Steve, Elisa, Peter, and a guy named Justin. That was also totally bitchin'. I got really extroverted.

I'm looking forward to my quote about doing coke off Uga's bones to appear on Al's page. Uga is the bulldog mascot of this college, and they bury the generations under the football field.

Being at work on the weekend is a bad idea to the extent that I never imagined.