I'm at an afterparty for some concert. The whole vibe was very mid-to-late 90's. Mike, Blake, and Scott are there, as well as my friend Sarah (and tons of other people that were normally at Chicago afterparties). I think we are all in Chicago. Sarah asks me to grab her a drink that I have never heard of -- a "(something) ear". The bartender gave me some other kind of the drink at first, but I correct him and tell him I need the "ear" version of it. I bring Sarah her drink and nurse my Jack & Coke while talking to Scott about what he is doing these days, but he seems really coked up and on edge. I'm trying to make sense out of what he is saying, but it ain't easy. Mike joins the conversation. He is wearing a long, designer coat. That's about all I remember. Sorry I don't have any pics from it.

So I had two weird dreams this week...

#1 - I met a witch who showed me how to fly on a broomstick, so I did that near a beach while these huge waves were coming in and ruining a bunch of treehouses that people had built near the shore. I would fly up to the treehouses and talk to the people a bit but then fly away when the waves swept the treehouse away.

#2 - I was in Iran with some other American posing as some sort of UN Worker to get that Al Sadr guy (the Iraqi cleric) out of there because he is really a double agent working for the west. The Iranians figured out we were spies and tried to catch us, but I jumped out the window of the building (2nd floor) and ran across a field to the Iranian border and slip through a fence that wasn't much more than a large bush.

All of you are bugging me for updates and instead of pictures you get this. Sorry, guys.

I'll be totally moved in by December.