I didn't get to sleep at all this time. And I still just barely made it to the studio. I left the house at 10:40 am, tearing the floppy disk out of the drive as soon as it was finished writing the final revision of the final sequence in my list of things to prepare. Barely made it out to Northgate in time to catch the bus to arrive at Mirror Sound at 12. Resumed transfer of tracks from MIDI to ADAT. Did lots of tedious work the whole time there. Lunch was taken inline, a hot dog and 1 oz. bag of chips I bought at the snack bar during the five minutes I was at northgate transit center. By the time it was time to put down "live" stuff, I was in a pretty bad mood.

Kris brough apples to eat. "Next time you have a snack, instead of reaching for candy, How About An Apple, shithead?"

Yeah, I was in a pretty unpleasant mood to be around, but it only manifested itself in random, undirected hostility.

I just walked in the door, took my socks off, and got my email. My tickets were delivered. When they got off the bus, my friends were begging me to please go to sleep this time.

"I can't get the stick taps to pan left." "Well then. Turn the dial right until the pan setting is 'in your ass'. Then you can have a stick up your butt like me."

Ah, yes. I am fucking tired. I am tired enough to be monumentally selfish. I'm going to sleep.

Do you hear what I hear? Doors are slamming shut. Limit your imagination, kick me in the butt --Kris