My brain feels a whole lot better now that I know my house won't be empty while I'm on tour. My friend Cory is going to housesit/campout while I'm gone. It works out lovely for everyone since she's now homeless as a result of a fire in the apartment next to hers. Otherwise I was just gonna pack up my valuable/stealable stuff and put out at our practice space.

It occurs to me that you might be asking what happened to my roommate; she's getting her own place at the end of the month so I'll be flying solo for a bit.

As always, I'm a little trepidatious about leaving for tour. We're gonna be gone four weeks up through the midwest and over to NYC then down to North Carolina before coming home. I'm really hoping it's a success. The record come out nationally next Tuesday then we leave Thursday. I know I get pretty whiny about this stuff, but being 33 and sleeping on floors is pretty rough but that's about the only way we won't lose our asses (monetarily speaking) on this tour.