Well, I’ve eaten a bucket of pasta, downed several bottles of water and recently did a stretching routine at a crosswalk that embarrassed a number of pedestrians.  There’s nothing left to do but try to conk out for a few hours and take douchetastic self-portraits of myself (and my Robyn Hitchcock t-shirt, natch) while I wait for the elevator.

Twelve hours till this thing starts. Fifteen and a half until you never have to hear about it again.

Thank you all so very, very much for all the encouragement, for the blog comments and direct messages, the drawings, photoshops, and song selections.  You guys rock so hard.

Sometimes I could give the internet a big sloppy kiss on the mouth.