i figured that after a night of taking care of scott's drunk ass and another long night of whoring it in the place that will only be referred to as "hell"…i deserve a night of my own at the bar. lucky for me, chris called and wanted to meet me up at cahoots for beer and killing shit. we hung out, drank a lot, and killed an inordinate amount of digital deer. conversation topics covered everything from the coming tour to billy idol and everything between. "you shoulda been there" is an understatement.

now i'm sitting at home, drinking gatorade, hanging out with my cat on my lap, giving the march mix a test listen. so far, so good.

i've realized that i've lost patience with everyone i work with. this is bad mainly because i've only been back for about a week and a half. everytime they talk to me, i geet all grumbly and walk off. splendid. typical brian way of dealing with idiots.

i mean…i know it's only rock and roll. but…i like it.