i was meeting with tonight didn’t show up till 6:45.

so much for palatine.

i ate dinner, had a drink with them afterward.

sleepy now. must lie down and prepare for later insomnia.

night all.

airplanes.

i’m in Rosemont, IL, home of O’Hare Airport.

i’m here to do two solid days of boring coaching work with two trainers who really don’t need me to be here.

i’m signing off now to perform my job function or have a beer, depending on whether i run into the trainers or the bar first.

i’m staying in the lap of corporate semi-luxury at the doubletree suites hotel.

if i get lucky and a cab ride is not prohibitively expensive, i’m headed out to Palatine tonight to see scottwoods feature at the Palatine Slam.

and that’s a wrap. later, children of the mic.

http://www.fvza.org/index.html

that’s some fucked up shit right there, that is.

i just woke up and turned on the radio. the radio station i have on for my morning awakening (i tend to put on a station i can’t stand to wake me up, so i don’t lie in bed listening) just went directly from Led Zeppelin’s “Achilles’ Last Stand” to a twofer of Rush: “Suburbs” followed by “Spirit of Radio.”

my long hair magically turned into a mullet, and i became convinced that the battery compartment of my laptop would be a good place to hide my weed.

PS: now they’re playing stuff by gavin rossdale’s new band, institute. for some reason, they remind me of another band.