Photography class if fucking mint and Efi's coming in a couple weeks so life is wicked, no joke. I'm fucking pumped, Jeff Philips, Mary Boyd, Efi and I might drive down to New Orleans. I'm busting. I feel heavy at night, though...still no plans after next month, really. It's heavy for sure. Distraction is a goldmine now, but I've really got to quit kidding myself...reality does come. Motherfucker. What will I be doing in August? I have no fucking clue. Here's to getting something done tomorrow...

More importantly...here's to Tom Sullivan...a good friend who passed awhile ago...It's your birthday man, I remember. The summer solstice for a born hippie ain't too tough to forget. Here's to you brother, wherever you are. You were a class act and helped us all get by, by running the cable studio and being our friend. Fuck'n A man, I'll hoist the next Guinness in your honor and maybe get a 5 pack of cheap cigars. "Chrisser...stop burning my hair while I'm driving."