Feeling much better now. After I went home Friday, I soaked in a tub full of Aveeno, then applied Gold Bond lotion (that stuff causes a strange sensation that's somewhere between burning and freezing, but By God, the itching stops!), after which I fell into a Benadryl-induced coma. I woke up and repeated the process a couple more times, and eventually, the itching went away. I still don't know what caused it.

I did manage to wake up and pull myself together long enough to go see "Arturo Brachetti: Quick-change Artist" make his US debut. This guy is like a cross between Roberto Begnini and Doug "It's Maaagic!" Henning. He's a bit of a spaz, but the straight-off-the-boat Italian cuteness and the amazingly cool shit he could do made up for it. I recommend catching his show, if you ever have the opportunity.

I think that instead of writing personal, individualized e-mails to my friends and fans, from now on I'm just going to add them all to a mailing list and send out one big, impersonal list-mail each week, plugging my website and repeating things you can read here, or sending phony virus warnings, whatever strikes my fancy. After all, that now seems to be an acceptable way of keeping in touch with old friends.

At least one of the above paragraphs should not be taken seriously. I'll let you decide which (but here's a tip-off: it contains the phrase, "my fans").