I've got an awful headache. I thought it might be caffeine-related, but it's lasted all the day and all of the night, so I think it's a sinus headache. Which I thankfully get less-frequently than in the past.
New photos of Marilyn Monroe have popped up. They are gorgeous, of course, and she's always been interesting to me. Such a tragic life. She seemed so lonely. There's so much else I could write about her. But, I digress.
Such a killer picture.
Started re-reading Get in the Van while on tour. It is maybe the perfect tour read. It's quick, interesting and broken up into short journal-entrees. Plus, it makes you see how easy it is touring in 2011. It also, as much as I hate to identify with Henry Rollins, makes you feel a bit less alone while on the road.
I didn't get through the book the first time I read it. It's great in the beginning, then Rollins turns into the narcissistic, melodramatic, egotistical windbag that we all know know him to be. Seriously, have you ever tried reading on of his novels? What a shithead! But, The first 100, or maybe less, pages of Get in the Van are unfuckwithable.