I was wanting to write about some of the sketch situations we'd experienced in BC, or some of the fun times, but now I feel a bit, uh, nonverbal. I'm gonna sit back on my motel bed drinking tall cans of Busch (6-pack for $3.79). I know, why am I writing about what I'm not writing? Iunno. I do know one thing: I've been thinking of Kurt and Courtney all day (they liked BC, but the rest of Canada, not so much, according to an old Nardwaur interview I had the "pleasure" of reading).

Two years ago, was one of only a couple times I've had random strangers add me on MSN.