Dunno how I feel about this.

Time magazine did a review of the Ace Hotel above the Cyclops. Fine, as long as it doesn't add yuppies from around the country to the already-overgrown native breed.

Going to Machiavelli. Word.

One for the treble, two for the time, come on y'all, let's rock this...

I had a perfectly pleasant time at Machiavelli. It was packed to the gills with people waiting to go see whatever show was playing at the Paramount. It cleared out after a while. Hung out and talked to Suzette for a bit, and was formally introduced to some of the other employees there. After that, I went over to Bauhaus and chatted with Jeremy & Chad. Just for shits and giggles I went upstairs to see if anyone was up there. Of course, there wasn't. I guess that's what happens when yr whole crew from back in the day all turn 21. They trade in their coffee house membership for overpriced liquor and bad livers.

Now I'm home. I drank a bunch of coffee, so I fear that sleep will not come easily to me tonight. Any potential insomnia will be of my own doing. Lessons learned.

Anyhow, off to bed. 'Night all.