i couldn’t afford chemo like i couldn’t afford a limo, and on any given day i’d rather ride a limousine

Not on my fly.

So I’m back from Seattle, since Thursday in fact. I had planned on updating the old website this weekend but, instead, I used the time to catch up on sleep. I don’t know what it is exactly, but every time I go to Seattle, I get the worst case of insomnia.

Speaking of my trip…

Memo to American Airlines, I hope you go under. I hope all your employees — those working at DFW a week ago Sunday, at least — lose their jobs, retirements and benefits, and then find out that every single one of their children has bone cancer, AIDS, and a cleft palate. And try as they might to scramble for new jobs with new HMOs, it won’t matter, because guess what: preexisting condition.

Fuck nuts.

I met and had drinks with a girl that looked exactly like Brooke Hogan. Well, Brooke Hogan after having been stung by a bee.

Well, a lot of bees.

And to Jane from Adobe: you’ll have my CV ASAP. OK? OK.

TTFN.