Home, Sweet Home.

So, after a shit show of a day, half-drunken early morning at the airport following an all-nighter, being delayed, developing a fever and tonsilitis over the course of the day, and showing up to Syracuse 5 hours late, I met up with my dorablzz friend Dominique for a wonderful day of wine, Strong Heart's, coffees at hipster central, freezing my ass off, and meeting up with some old friends I havn't seen in way too long.

Yesterday, I had to call into work after going to the doctor's in the morning, resulting in a script of antibiotics and an injection of anti-inflamitory drugs to the right buttock. A day later, I feel 1 billion times better. I can actually swallow food. I did stop in the shop to drop off Efrom the Shop Jackalope and some sweet rawks from Evolve I picked up on tour. I'll be back in action at The Shaman's Den tomorrow! Instead, I had a very relaxed day napping, sweating gallons from the fever, eating a dank ass blackened tuna sandwich from The Lost Dog Cafe with my boy from way back, Mr. Roger "Yung Rog" Williams and his mom, Robin. Then, Rog, Dusty, and some of their friends had a great fantastic bonfire under a crystal clear and starlit sky out in West Windsor.

Today, as well as yesterday for that matter, I woke up around 7:30 AM. I really like doing that. I hope to make it a daily routine. I rather enjoy not skipping breakfast and having plenty of time in the morning to do constructive things. Hopefully cutiepants Dominique can get her little bottom down here to kick it again today. She's pretty much rad.