first, lots of bad hotel coffee.
then, attempt to call john at house and work. if no answer, proceed to Jack Daniel’s distillery to take a tour. otherwise, see if can hook up with john for lunch, at least.
try to refrain from leaving groundless threats (i.e., “i’m going to kick your ass if you don’t call me”) on answering machines, as that’s not very nice.

then, head west.

überweird dream last night. all i remember of it was the end, which went something like this: i was going to my high school reunion, so i got there and got in the queue to get in the door. everyone thought my hair (my actual hair, not some weird dream hair concoction) was cool. we got to the door, and it was steve’s house. we went inside, and it turned out that we were all really there for job interviews to take over the CEO position of my mom’s fortune 500 company. and then when my mom wasn’t looking, someone let it slip that she’d already picked out the person, but they didn’t tell me who until a little bit later, when it was revealed to be … richard simmons. who was sitting on the couch in the next room, watching tv. i yelled at my mom about the impropriety of her interview process, and then richard simmons got really snippy with me, so i stomped out, and took my high school reunion people with me. then i woke up.

told you it was weird.