futurephone won't let me fire pictures to kel directly. stupid. somewhere in venice. out for coffee, and a fifteen year old macaw wouldn't leave me alone. perched on my arm and shoulder. nuzzled my neck. he'd shit on command, too. ozzy drives a minivan, and i know because i saw it. he looked absolutely bewildered. big bda awards at dorothy chandler pavillion. won three awards at the thing last night, for agenda: suicide, macho box, and ultralove. to keep the award show from dragging-- last year was 3 hrs + -- they eliminated thankyou speeches. which is pretty much the only reason anyone goes to such things. after, went to a party at The Standard-- the hotel which is actually TOO Los Angeles for even Los Angeles. imagine a party inside of a giant cliche. Getting sick. Getting very sick. Sinus thing-- hotel AC and an almost-cold snap and the first time i've been able to even remotely slow down and it all catches up. Feel like shit, trying to keep moving. Might be too jacked up to fly home tomorrow. playing it by ear. i think amoeba is on the schedule today. bbq tonight, might skip out or just prop myself in a corner and die quietly.