Today.

Aaaaah yes, one more caffeine induced panic attack in the dark underworld of yet another showerless dressing room. A few surprising autograph's asked of me after Corey's meet n greet, washed down with a few mentholated halls, and a sweet backing vocal for you got lucky by Tom Petty at soundcheck, made the long bus drive in worth every back ruining turn. Today was an Ipod shuffle kind of day. The Gotham tainted skyline of Chicago is washed off by a rain that can't seem to make up it's mind, but at least the air is warm. Walking around is never really an option, but we are in a section of the city, that it would have been nice to go sit and have a nice slice of deep dish somewhere instead of ordering in.
This life of mine fucking rules.