Trying to relax tonight. I go to Chicago tomorrow for a Thunderpants bout. I'm only going with Rose because everyone else was otherwise committed. This means we're one poet short, so Chicgao is providing us with a spare poet to meet the 3 cat requirement. Going over and coming right back after the show, which is going to hurt come Monday morning, but God knows I've done worse travelling. Besides, I love Chicago, and being at The Mill is always a great time.
I'm not ready. I've been taking a hands-off approach to my poems lately, so much so I haven't written much new worth talking about, and certainly not worth performing. I'll fix this in coming weeks, but I just need to get past some of these trips and the organizing pressure. Running the night has affected my output and interest level, and actually MCing it has cut severly into the time I spend performing. That we haven't scored the right crowd size yet doesn't help. Combine old poems with same crowd and you're going to get stale Scott.
Not that I have much time to dwell on it. Lots of work has been going into the Rust Belt and the night lately (
http://www.writersblockpoetry.com )and I'm just a little tired, so I'm ranting. I've been so tired that I've hardly played my new playstation 2 at all, and I've got a couple of cool games over here with my name all over them. I'm just in a funk right now.