Hey.

So the novelty of writing is starting to wear off. So don't want to be a whiner, or a winer... or one of those boring people that when you say "Hey! How are you doing?" actually starts to tell you how they are. And not really sure where the thread of this should be going.


I'm in the middle of a 6 day sequence right now. Currently, I'm mildly buzzed, in my room in Fort Lauderdale, which is not nearly as bitchin' as the Marriott Courtyard which we used to stay in right across from Ft. Lauderdale beach, listening to some creepy music from the Matrix on my ipod mini. Oh yeah. This is living the dream. Just kidding.


Not that fll isn't freakin' amazing. Just that I would like to spend more than 16 hours here at a time. And maybe with some fun friendys or family for once. Just read about an article about a guy who grew some guinea hens with his wife,  or was trying to...


Oh, really not feeling this right now. Feeling like I should be writing a musical instead of some drivel-y blog.  Blogs are loser creepy basement writers... I hope you all are happy that I've been reduced to a creepy, pimply, greasy basement blogger. Even if I am in Fort Lauderdale. I've bought into it, you see! I'm in my virtual basement!! Guidos are down in the bar hitting on my fellow crew members right now, and here I am up in my room, rambling to an empty room! This is utter crap. I would say it's bullsh*t, but I don't know if that's really good blog form. Whatever. I've gotta go. Actually, really do. Spring ahead tonight, and just realized I am losing an hour. Whoops.


Talk to you soon. Maybe.