Haven't had much to write about lately.

I've little interest in recounting my Burning Man experience here, though I've talked about it quite a bit with people in person. It simply doesn't fit the format of a journal entry.

I was impressed, however, with my ability to maintain my sanity during the drive. It was a lot easier than I expected. There are actually decent radio stations in Central California, too. I shouldn't be so surprised, since those poor bastards have nothing else. Very odd, though, that both entering and leaving Nevada there was little to listen to except NPR. That wasn't a problem, except after the first couple of hours where everything starts to get repeated.

Still, it would've been nice if my boombox hadn't decided that the new, fresh batteries I fed it just weren't good enough to play CD's. Fucker. Some days, it's rough working with old tech.

Hit WeHo twice in the past two days in the afternoon. Thanks to for the reminder. Hopefully that will go well and that's all I'm going to say about it, lest I totally jinx it, so don't ask what the fuck I'm talking about and just let it lie. No, I won't even tell you.

If things go really well, maybe tomorrow afternoon will work out also. Same shit, different joint.

Oh, speaking of joints, I have research to do...

Catch you all later.