First of all the Software Man just walked by to tell me that I look hungover and that I should go in the mothers’ room and take a nap. I told him, “You might as well have just said Chromey you look like complete shit.”
“Well, it’s not complete shit,” he responded.

To make up for the egregious lack of tact, my posse made some cinnamon rolls this morning, because I needed them like nobody’s business.

Anyway, I keep telling myself that I cannot write about last night’s workshop until I finish two projects that I don’t want to do but that need to be done because the people who give me money want them done.

So of course instead of working on them, or writing about last night’s workshop (hooey it was a good’un), I am going to tell you that I had a weird dream that involved my mom, Kelly, Wolfdogg, and my friend Melanie going to Boston to see Vodo’s band, a Replacements/Westerberg tribute band. At this random bar in Boston I got so drunk that I passed out for about 20 minutes sitting at our table. Then when I came around, I decided it would be a good idea to get on the stage and sing “I’ll Be You” with the band.

There was other stuff that involved cops, snow, toothpaste, and Joey Lawrence, but none of that makes any sort of sense.

Really, I am going to go do work so I can tell you about last night’s workshop.