So, I saw my doctor today.  As most of you know from Duane's blog, I was in the hospital this week.  What for?  Oh, an emergency appendectomy.  Which it turns out was caused by endometrial deposits.  Man...  I cannot wait until I get that hysterectomy.

Anyway, after speaking with the doctor, I was officially medically cleared to go to San Francisco.  I was real worried that he'd end up 86ing the idea, which would really piss me off seeing as I already paid for the bus ticket and am gathering funds as we speak. 

As it is, I'm trying to rest as much as possible, I don't want to end up running myself ragged and end up not being able to have oodles of fun in San Francisco.  Really, if you're not going to San Francisco to have fun, you're a politician, or dead from the neck up.

I know this is kind of short, but I'm still listening to Death To Analog.  I just got it in the mail yesterday, and I can't stop listening to it!

Good fortune, and good journey,

Aliro.

PS.  What the hell is the appeal of the Jonas Brothers?  Seriously, I don't get it.