If blogs were dogs, this one would be dead and I would be either in jail, the subject of an Animal Precinct two-parter, or both.

I'm so sorry. The tour finished up, like, months ago, and it was a blast. I'm still showing off the scars and burn marks from my final showdown with PJ, Adam and Kristin up in Maine. When life threw lemons, they knew to throw sugar, followed by ice. When life threw sugar, they knew to throw even more sugar. Peers without peer, all of them, and I'm so glad they're mine.

As for tonight, I'm trying to come down from a massive caffeine high, so I can look all healthy and rested for tomorrow's big video shoot. Stupid drinks. Actually, stupid Dave for thinking 24 ounces of liquid crack just before bed could turn me into anything other than a sweating, twitching junkie. I'm going to go pick a fight with a street sign and see if that calms me down any.