I feel a little like Dorothy right now. Like I had this fantastic dream and everyone was there. I remember being at Mat's yesterday and I remember crawling to the bed and now I feel like I just woke up and I am in a here in a hotel in NYC. I got here somehow. I don't really know how but I must have been on a plane at some point. I am unclear as to why I am here and all I have in my pockets were my cigs and my wallet with a note in it to be at a club tonight. The hand writing is Mat's. I should probably clean up and try to find him there then.