hi.
thanks to everyone who came down to much music to say hello. it was fun, and i’m sorry that i couldn’t stay longer.
i’m in the midst of the promo-juggernaut, and the man is keeping me pretty busy. but not busy enough cos i’m getting fatter with every passing day.
maybe they should put treadmills/stair masters in hotel rooms.
it would be good for fatso’s like me.
another invention idea that i had would be a flagpole with a fan at the top of it. that way you could flip a switch and a limp flag would suddenly be snapping in the (artificial) breeze. that’s a good idea, right? kind of like viagra for flags.
tonight we ate at le commensal, which was good, but not nearly as good as that lebanese vegan food from last night which is still kicking my ass with its deliciousness. no wonder i’m turning into a fatso. i love food. maybe i’m a foodaholic.
i want ethiopian food. right now. that is my favourite….i think i’m drooling like homer (minus the puzzle pieces in the drool). that ethiopian restaurant in greektown in detroit. do you think they’d deliver to toronto? if i were some over the top money bags rockstar i’d send my private jet to detroit to pick up ethiopian food. but i don’t have a private jet. and they’re probably closed, anyway. it’s like when homer gets thrown out of the ‘all you can eat’ night at the fish restaurant (the rusty barnacle?) and ends up fishing at midnight. maybe i could find an ethiopian restaurant in toronto and go dumpster diving for leftovers. no. i will master my food addiction. i won’t let it master me.
in other news…nothing.
what do you expect, i’m in a hotel room. what can one man do in a hotel room that would make a good anecdote?
-moby