About to hop in the bathtub. On the go all day. Feel pumped, but exhausted. AC4 in 19 hours. Yow.

I finish the workshop tomorrow. I’ve warmed to these guys a little bit. They’re human. One girl, a pale, small girl with red hair in her early thirties (and I’m calling her a “girl”… shit, I’m always the youngest person in any workshop I teach, by five or, more commonly, fifteen years) came in with her hair gelled today. She kinda reminded me of someone before, today it clicked.

I am teaching a workshop for Thom Yorke from Radiohead.

Sure, he’s disguised as a woman. But wow. They took pictures for their courses today, so when that goes online next week I will post it here. She looks like Thom Yorke, minus the lazy eye. Funny.

The Hurricanes won the Southeast Division by beating Tampa Bay tonight, which means the playoff road trip is a go. I hope it brings us to Long Island!

Jane Borden e-mailed today about guest-coaching Destroy All Monsters one day late this month. I think that rocks. And Porter Mason may be on for later this summer. My opinion of UCBT and the people therein continues to go up, up, up.

Gone all day, had 240 e-mails when I got home. New record. Has to be. Need to get a more active real life, live a little less virtually. 11 voicemails, too, though, that’s a record too. Feels nice. Silly, huh?

Bath. Bed. Then, beyond.