k bitchez I'm drunk. It's 6:30 at night and I"m in a 6th floor loft that used to be a Masonic Temple. I rode the tram two hours just to get away from my roommate's fucking dandruff.

There are people who sleep in tents down by the river. There are those who lie naked on the sidewalk and mutter at you incoherently. There are those who sell M&Ms for $1 on the subway to make ends meet. You are not they and they are not you and we say a silent prayer for minimum_wage and tacocat can I get a witness amen.

Last night was the mid-show party. It is the second mid-show party of the season for the season is two shows. Which means, objectively, I'm 3/4ths done. It also means I get to drink beer on the job. I had two and a swig. My partner in crime had eight. Do you get to drink eight heinekens on your job? Right. So the things I have to bitch about are kind of corner-case first-world bullshit. Right? Right.

But fuckin' A you miss your family.

I spent an hour in an isotank today. Third time. I'm beginning to get it. But my body does this thing where it saves up water and then pees it all out so I had to pee three times in an hour. Which fucked with my zen. But I sorta felt the zen for once.

I asked mk on Saturday why he's got an "unfollow all" on the settings page but not an "unmute all" or "unblock all." He said he'd code it. I'm waiting for that button. I invite each and every one of you assholes that I got into a fight with to do us both a solid and not remind me why I did it the first time.

When you live on the river and the river rises you might die. That is the reality of the 30 or so people I ride blithely past every fuckin' day. And while I wouldn't live on a goddamn river in goddamn Los Angeles for all the tea in china we're talking about people who have no tea and aren't in china and you know what? If I were a schizophrenic drunk stuck in Los Angeles yer damn skippy I'd live on a fuckin' sandbar in the middle of the goddamn LA river.

I have no point. I'm listening to Vas and wondering if Azam Ali bailed on the US like she threatened to in 2007.

There will come a day when I, and the people who matter to me, will not be a seven hour commute apart. And I will silently cry.