I...am...death

I'm hungover.

Now that's on the table, a little stream of consciousness to brighten everyone's Friday. I leave tomorrow for the Tour de Force of los estados unidos. While I am excited to see everyone I am not excited to a) pack and b) get on plane. Thankfully, the remainder of a bottle of Kettle One and a little John Sinclair will help with a) and the over the counter French magic pills should handle b).

[ugh, not enough water or breakfast sandwiches in the world right now]

Belatedly, happy Thanksgiving to everyone. My Turkey Day was fantastic, mostly b/c it didn't involve Turkey at all, but rather copious amount of abuse to my body (which was awesome). Ex-roommate from the smallbutcentrallylocated apartment on Lex came out to the Dam. We rolled in to L&G's in Paris and proceeded to have all sort of fun eating cheese, making pies, drinking champagne, mashing potatoes, dropping pies, ingesting hallucinogens, clubbing under a bridge, watching Seinfeld, puking hallucinogens, talking in my sleep, eating leftovers, eating leftover, eating leftovers and killing bottles of vodka at a rate that would make any post-college semi-alcoholic proud. Though the train ride back to Amsterdam resembled a ride in a handbasket to hell, definitely one of the best Thanksgiving's ever. (others that rank up there include the Madrid Queso y Pan party and the year that my Grandfather decided he wanted lobster instead of Turkey).

See you all soon -- I've got U.S. digits now, so drop me a line if you don't have them. Happy holidays to you and yours. Pick up this line in January (oh yeah! one more update...had "the talk" with my boss lady. definitely signing on for another year! might get a cat! come visit! i fucking hate exclamation points!)