Parumph. The dog days of summer have officially hit. Whereas June, July and early August were a hectic maelstrom of activity, triumph and major life change, things have grinded to a bit of a halt in the land of Brendo. No more bachelor parties, weddings, returns to school, friends moving away, birthdays, moustache shows - the craziness (at least for a little while) has finally ebbed. While part of me is grateful to take a breath and use this opportunity to recharge my mental and emotional resources, it certainly doesn't make for good journal entries. And for this, I humbly apologize.

But what do you want me to do? There's just not a whole lot going on. Late Sunday afternoon, I called my right hand man Vinny Shit on the Face and said, "Can we go get a beer or something? I haven't seen another human being all day." Don't get me wrong - I enjoyed my lazy Sunday of reading, playing with my iPod and watching the Sox game. But what if I came in on Monday with a journal entry reading "Yesterday, I enjoyed my lazy Sunday of reading, playing with my iPod and watching the Sox game"? You'd all be within your rights to string me up.

I don't ever want to be one of "those" bloggers that thinks every speck of minutae in his everyday life is worthy of your attention. Like, yesterday, I totally went to work! Then, I went for a run and it felt sooooo good :) Oh my God, then I read a psychology textbook and totally watched TV and went to bed!

So bear with me, folks. We'll get through the dullness that has become my life. After an absolutely exhausting summer, Scamper is taking a well-deserved week and a half off before our next gig. Judging by the comment volume, you guys are just as disinterested as me. Or maybe you're all on vacation too. Or maybe you totally hate me now OMG! :(