I want to wait til it's over to sum it up, but dear god, it's been an AMAZING day.

Everyone can just take a number. You can take your pound of flesh in the order you arrived.

I am in a coffeeshop, and this band just started, and the drummer is playing a typewriter for percussion.

This is the second time in a week I've seen someone play the typewriter at a show. It's also the second time EVER that I've seen someone play the typewriter.

How odd.

I am holding my comic in my hands. I am HOLDING MY COMIC IN MY HANDS. And it looks better than i could possibly have imagined.

There is a weekly hentai night at the porn theater on SW 3rd. Am already making plans for a large group excursion.

Oakland. I don't want to jinx myself by saying the trip's actually been pretty easy, but...

Los angeles. One more stop, then home at last.

Nevermind- they let me off to go grab food.

At the phoenix airport. Only six more hours of flying to go. And no more food.

Bill Clinton will have his revenge.