I would like start out today by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Prince Jazzbo. Be sure to wish him one as well.

I feel like I didn’t sleep at all last night. I woke up a lot. Currently I’m sitting at the little tiny table coughing from laughing at La Duchess blowing raspberries in her sleep. Not like a balloon that you let go of, but more like a whoopee cushion that is busted. She is trying to breathe out of her mouth, but her lips stick together until the mouthful of air bursts out in sort of a scoff. Hilarious. I think I’m going to make a documentary about her. It would funnier than Ghostbusters and The Big Lebowski combined. If my life were a sci-fi sitcom, she would be the gibberish spouting malfunctioning robot. She’s also been doing this thing where she slaps her arm at random times to keep from scratching at this rash that she has. It reminds me of a heroin addict. All the scratching and slapping of her arm. If I actually made the documentary, her sleeping right now would be the opening credits.

Le Duke and I have to leave a little early this morning because the donut king is going to treat us to breakfast. He and his wife, I assume it was his wife, came by the booth yesterday to order some bowls and I guess he was impressed by our customer service, because he offered to treat us breakfast this morning. I FUCKING LO-O-O-O-O-OVE DONUTS!

Nothing much happened that was exciting yesterday. The music was okay. I did hear a crazy good cover of “Benny and the Jets” at some point. And there was my adventure sandwich. And of course the edible lingam that was my Pronto Pup. In the evening, after the show, the royal family went to a free concert and I opted to stay back at the hotel and enjoy a little quiet time. It has been days since I got to sit in silence without having to do anything. It was nice.

Anyway, I’ve got to go prepare another adventure sandwich and get my shit together ere we dine with the donut king. More soon. ~SC