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Wednesday, 06 May 2009 18:52

Milwaukee, WI:

I am now in the sixth week of touring and it is becoming apparent by the perpetual flow of purposeless noise coming out of my mouth. I noticed it a few days ago but it has undoubtably been going on for at least a week. Its a common condition: saying anything and everything that pops into your brain. Stories with now point, fragment thoughts... words you see on a plaque in the elevator suddenly beg to be read out loud. Holes begin to wear in the brain-to-mouth filter (which was in poor shape to begin with). And if there are no words in mind? No problem. Any untranslatable sound or gibberish will do. bledle-bledle-bledle-blaaaaa.

I have a week and a half left on tour but the last bit will be on the west coast and make a stop in my own home for a night or two in there.

Some hotels have a waffle iron and batter dispenser as part o their continental breakfast, and it occurred to me that this is as close as I get to cooking when on tour.
I'm not a good cook, but I do enjoy it. If its still chilly at home, I plan on making a vegi soup. yum yum yum!

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