You know what, OK. I'll just go.

After hearing very good reviews from friends and colleagues about the city of New York, I must say: you know what, OK, I'll just go. I will just hop my happy ass on a plane and go. Some people are worth going to see and I need to pony up and go for it. If I can roll, as Tupac said, "from Long Beach to Rosecrantz" and live to tell, I can survive NYC. Enter Frank Sinatra here.

I am so freakin' tired today. I had the craziest (in a negative way) night. First of all, I stayed up way too late digging for info on the internet and laughing about the poor man who died at a small town screening of the film Mom and Dad. (See yesterday's letter to Roger Moore.) Second, I was having a massive sinus attack and feeling like a snotty, headachy mess. Third, at 4am, thanks to fuck-ass Hurricane Gustav, we had this rain storm combined with howling winds. This knocked the power out. But the power didn't just go out. Oh no. No, no. It kept flickering on and off in 10 second increments for 30 damn minutes. I am a good sleeper but I could not sleep through the constant noise and distraction of the electricity clicking on and off all the time. At 4:30, it went off and stayed off until 6:30, when it flickered on and off again for another 10 minutes and went off. It was a very annoying mess. At least one power line was damaged, which turned into a safety hazard. By the time I crawled my ass into work, I felt like a tired, frustrated mess. It's not very fun to dress and paint your face in the dark. I worried if my hair looked like rooster feathers and if my make-up looked like the Joker. Then I said, "To hell with it" and went on with the day. Sometimes, you gotta do what you gotta do.

What is happening to Tulsa? Here I am worrying about a short trip to NYC and shit, Tulsa is getting so bad. A man was shot today in his office at work. I don't know why and the media has not released a lot of details yet but damn. Going to work, sitting at your desk and boom, shot in the head. Makes no sense. It's about to the point of needing a Kevlar vest just to exit your vehicle to buy gas or mail letters at the post office. Sad.