Back at the apartment. The weather is perfect and it makes me tired. Last night I fell asleep at my parent's house with a feeling of contentment that I had not felt in a long time. That wonderful warm, dazed feeling of sleep that washes over you and if you're lucky enough to wake up briefly and feel it in a conscious state...That's pretty much the definition of perfection. The strange thing was that I fell asleep at around 8:30, woke up an hour later in that nice dazed state and stayed up until 1am watching some show on E! about 'it-girls'. That kind of input before bed = strange sex dreams about Paris Hilton. I woke up feeling like quite the dude. I'm excited about Fall in Chicago. I'm especially excited about all the great shows in October at Schubas AND I'm getting nostalgic for the way things were last year around this time. Hyper-nostalgia...1 year cycle? But progress dictates 'carry on'. Lately my daydreaming between appointments has led me to a number of different places - law school, education, veterinary school, sitting in my underwear and eating graham crackers on the couch, chucking it all and teaching English in the Czech Republic etc. Little daydreams make it possible for me to get through every week. I hope this is not the key to surviving adulthood. Right now, I support only myself. I don't have a wife or any children to think about as I schedule appointments, make cold calls and try to close deals. Being married and having a family would definitely boost my ambition...but it would limit my ability to daydream about leaving town, fleeing to Praha and teaching lovely bottle-blonde euro-trixies how to say "how do you say?".

I want Sleep Out to do a lot more. I think it will. I have a lot songs right now.

Big thanks to Dan for showing me "The Futureheads".

Now let's hope everybody has a lucky week.