Paid a visit to Hoboken last night to rock out with monsieur jellar, peace-out and company. We were even joined by the killah from the ali-frazier-manilla later on, although Perm was absent from the festivities. After dinner, many Boddingtons and an un-called-for late night grub-out session, it was time for a long, drawn-out sleep filled with bizarre dreams. That’s what the late-night eats will do to you, I guess.

Today has been a very relaxing, but unproductive day. Lots of reading and nodding off. Much needed.