November 24th, 2009


I survived four hours at Heathrow and made it to Glasgow without mishap. It's gray and rainy here, but I expected that. The hotel is pretty typical for a Marriott, quite reasonable but not terribly remarkable. It contains one very special feature, though-- a fluffy, inviting bed with a big pile of pillows, and it's calling to me. I can haz sleep nao.

Show tonight. Yippie!