Because something bad may or may not happen tomorrow

Actually, I had something special planned for tonight. This field report was gonna be of the high order, but know what? I couldn't give three sniggers of a flying fuck as to what happens between now (5:57 am, year of our Lord 2006) and tomorrow. Why? Cuz like Meli D will tell ya, I'm just one man and I put all my cash on brilliant eternity taking the trifecta at Calder. Did I blow it? Put your money on it. Cuz I'll keep losing till there's nothing left to bet. Sarah and Mels, my rave-fave roomies... what happened with The Room? I called!!! I love you bitches like Rick James loved the coke! Jackers! Thank you for your kindness, hospitality, and Metromover Express. The always beautiful and engaging Patti Her! Thanks for saving me on the dance-floor and thank you for your wonderful friend Kelly (whose only lackluster is a horrible name)... that woman is gonna make it! Hugo, the TM sisters, all the young dudes, Cynthia and her beau, me, you, ex-PM Margaret Thatcher, Big Boy Georgia and Hampton, the IDF, Eddie Alonso and the sounds of Feathers, queers, the beautiful Miranda July, steers, plump-bottom girls, and all those delicious South Africans served by the always cordial and on-point Leo! Wager the following: eight and a half by eleven mimeo -- get up in lights... get it where every mothefucker in town will see it.