Ugh, I want to eat feely yummy bad for me food. But as of this morning I decided I can’t do that if I am going on stage this coming Saturday. I may just call for a salad to be delivered. It’s coffe enema time. Pop in the yoga DVD, and get out my exercise exuipment that I have been neglecting.

Claudia is still sleeping. “B” is on his way over for the day together. Jacque is a sleep. I am the only person resembling life at this point.

Man, I am pooped. I have yet to sleep. Claudia is here, I have been working while she slept. She must be pooped from the flight.

I have a long day tomorrow, and so does she. She will be in the music studio tomorrow working on a few songs.

I need to get a few hours sleep or I will keel over before we make it out to see our friends tomorrow night.

I have 5 days to drop a few pounds for the Fetish Ball. It’s salad city for me. I just realized Betka Shpitz’s Circus Fetish ball in Portland is the same day. I had no input ion the theme for the one in Houston, and I have no idea which came first…so don’t look at me. I wish I could be at both of them.

Jacque is due home in a bit, she has a session soon. I and I have one of my fave subs coming soon after. I am going to be a zombie.