Sitting in my home office this morning, going over some proofs for ads for our festival when I hear this really odd noise... coming from the closet. where I store my winter clothes. sounds kinda like a grasshopper. a REALLY REALLY REALLY big grasshopper. I think I'll christen it "Gus" for the time being. As I'm not exactly going to be digging around in there to find out what the hell it is. Either the cats can do some exterminating or it can die in there or it can get out of its incubus stage, transform into a woman-eating monster and eat me. Hopefully, "Gus" can type and will update you guys accordingly.

 As a side note, apparently this event I'm working on is getting to me. I had a dream last night that the Festival Director told me to hit the local strip clubs to see if they'd participate. I was in one of the clubs, trying to talk business with this really lecherous guy. His comments were throwing me off and I couldn't even remember the name of the event, etc. I overheard that the 'silent partner' of the strip club was actually the owner of one of the restaurants I've been dealing with.

I'll leave my blog up so in case "Gus" wants to post something while I'm gone today...