just when you start to be positive, everything falls apart.

my website is down. it's all fucked up. if i could only get ahold of that guy that i met about five years ago in a bar who said he would do my website.

but there i was, in the lasalle hotel in ol' downtown with ice tea and a waitress who would smile everytime.

and in place of the cafe was a goddamned starbucks.

so i vomited as soon as i got to my room.

not quite sure if it was because of the starbucks or because i stayed up drinking until 7 a.m. the night before. i like to think it's because of the starbucks.

but that's just me,

scott