2002-06-18 - 10:02 a.m.
Last night I dreamed I was telling a bullshit story about how I used to pitch baseball. How often do you lie in your dreams? It's an odd feeling, waking up to your own bullshit. Yesterday, I watched the movie Memento twice. What an amazing film.
These last couple of tours have been odd. There's no one to drink with in the band anymore. Guy's not touring and Mikey's gone. (Oh poor Wammo, he's got nobody to drink with, boo fucking hoo.) You'd be surprised how much it makes a difference. Anyway, I'm off to D.C. and I gotta get some breakfast. Catch ya later.
