People,

I have a sad confession to make. Instead of diligently sitting down last night and pounding out a hilarious account of day four of our recent tour I instead went to Foxwoods with Brendo Frendo and played poker. It was fun, but would have been more fun had I not lost my last hand with my queen high straight being bested by some chooch's king high straight. Damn.

Anyway, I came in early to work this morning to write the journal here but, alas, I lent my keys to Ladyfriend Sarah and forgot to get them back. And so I got into my office about ten seconds ago after waiting a half hour for the police to let me in. Damn.

Finally, the lady I work with called in sick and now I have to do two jobs instead of one and my boss is on a tear because he's cranky and old.

In short, there will be no tour diary today because, well, god obviously is against me writing one.