I have to pee.

I also have to pack. And clean. And do some research for my annotated bibliography in Music History. And get ready for New Orleans. I am doing none of this. I am, however, forgetting the formatting stuff on this blog and putting in double-spaces after every period. Shit.

Also, and I am having this discussion on Facebook at the moment, flying is scary. I seem to do it at least once a year, but I will never get used to it. Sometimes, when the plane takes off, I cry. Last year, I got wasted before flying to Milwaukee for a rather disappointing National MENC conference. I don't think they should have let me get on the plane. It didn't even help: I still cried. I think even harder.

I was going to go to a protest yesterday morning downtown. The Westboro Baptist Church (the God Hates Fags people, godhatesfags.com) came to Albany. It didn't work out because I couldn't get out of bed at all, so I had coffee at the Muddy Cup with my friend, John, instead. Then yesterday afternoon I finally made it home, after hours of delay and almost falling asleep at the wheel. My friend Nancy's dear friend and co-worker, Shelly, a wonderful Isreali woman, is leaving for her permanent home in Montreal (she winters in Vermont), and last night was my last chance to hang out with her before she left. Needless to say, it wasn't a very difficult decision. So we had party favors, then ate at the Chinese place in Dover and shared saki and scorpion bowls. 

Okay I've delayed long enough. I have to get ready. Hopefully I can post from New Orleans. Either way, I'm going to open a Photo Bucket account when I return and post all of my pictures from the trip there. 

Peace!