i woke up this morning from a dream about choking. i don't remember how i was choking. couldn't remember whether it was food, someone's hands, or a punch to the throat that was causing my lack of air. i know that i woke up gasping for breath. that's never fun.

i rolled out of the house this morning and straight to the coffee joint. after my night of fitful, strange (and bad) dream laden sleep, i needed something that was going to put a spring back in my step for the day. one (1) medium mocha with three (3) squirts of chocolate definitely filled the bill. expressway to nervous jitters, dead ahead.

i have to go home for lunch today. i have to take the cat out of the house and ride around the neighborhood while the landlord has the house sprayed for bugs. normally this wouldn't be an issue, but jess informed me, via note, that the landlord doesn't really know about clyde. we don't want to step on any toes, so this is gonna be a nerve-wracking afternoon, to say the least. i'll just have to pick up some quick food to make my tummy stop grumbling.

still trying to iron out the travel plans for this weekend. we're headed up to chicago for a big shellac and fugazi show. should be, well, huge. we're debating the merits of driving up friday night versus saturday morning. maybe we'll just hang out here in town friday night and go bowling or something. either way, it should be a fun weekend.

i'm extremely hungry, at this point, having had all of my energy burned out of me by my beloved morning mocha. i need to start eating more. this one meal a day plan is for the birds. i have much respect for the snack machine…

what is massivewasteoftime.com? what is bob talking about? only time will tell…

time for me to pretend to do some frickin' work…