My Guarantee

The burnout continues. It really doesn't suck that bad. Working a labor job, I don't take it home. I don't worry about it while I fall asleep. And I don't really have to think while I'm doing it, either. Even still, I'll be glad I did all this when I'm sitting outside the National Theater on the South Bank in a month from now, downing pints of Stella with the London crew. Here's me getting all Betsey Johnson'd out, driving Joe S, the L.I.Z., and a Norwegian buddy back from a Reno sushi run. Oh, Mayday, yet another Automaton art opening will be the 24th at Trio wine bar in Truckee! You're guaranteed fun if you go. Guaranteed loser if you don't.