My mp3 player is about as cooperative as a 2 year old with a roach in her ear. I wish I could get this iPod fixed, but it's out of warranty now and basically I guess that means I've got a $500 nightlight on the floor of my truck. If I could just get my files organized I wouldn't be so annoyed with the damn thing.
I've been suprisingly disinterested in this year's AC, over previous years. Not to say I'm not looking forward to it, because I am. I haven't had a vacation in a long time and I had so much fun last year unwinding from work, drinking and cutting up. But I've had too much to keep me occupied lately here, and I'm just not excitable like I was before. I'm an old man, thoroughly and irrevocably. I just kind of am, and exist. I feel kind of like I'm waiting on something that I've already accepted isn't coming; almost surreal sometimes, like I'm subtly but constitutively zonked out.
So anyway, I'm going to go to AC this year like I said. I'll be there by mid-afternoon tomorrow. I'm even supposedly riding on the same flight as Sparks, too. I'll be in the hotel bar probably every night, and glomping around mostly with Cougar or Sparks or by my lonesome. If you call my cellphone, which I've had the # for in my user info for awhile now, I'll pick up.
See you in the funny papers, couillions.