Folks,

We leave for the open road in just a couple of hours. Honestly, this trip has been stressing me out a lot more than it was getting me excited, but that has all changed. I am now officially a high-morale soldier for the rock.

I feel like each time we tour I become a little more reluctant to head out. My life has become much more settled in the past year or so, and sacrificing my bed for two weeks doesn't quite have the allure it used to. But it's like riding a bike, once we hit the road I never want to go home again. I get into a routine of truck stops and coffee and grabbing a poop wherever I can that is kind of addictive. I end up glamorizing myself as a modern day Kerouac and buying t-shirts that celebrate the proud history of Indiana while feverishly jabbering with Jordan about how bad ass it would be to put a double wide trailer on a flat bed truck and tour in that.

In, short, now that it's so close I'm pretty damned psyched.

PS. There will probably be no journal until the 5th, unless I can find some way to post from the road. I'll do my best.