Sixty hours from now I'll be on my way to Mexico City. The only thing that makes me nervous about the trip is the time I'll have to spend in airports. I haven't been in one since 1999, and all evidence points to it being an even more unpleasant experience than it was six years ago.

Tonight was unexpectedly pleasant. Matt and Herr Professor Davis dropped by, and we headed out to see the Observers at Mary Jane's. Shit was talked, beer was consumed, good times were had.

That's it for now.