NEW MYSPACE BLOG...

... Is the hotel phone RINGINGGGGGG RINGGGINGGG RINGGGGINGGGGGGGGGGGGGFKWEJFKLCWEVNSTET at 5:30am, and it's all the way across the bedside table, so you can't reach it with your sleepy, fumbling attempts at picking it up and slamming it back down. Your roommate/back-up singer is leaving London this morning, and so her wake up call is at 5:30am. You don't have to be up until 9:30, but Liz is in the shower and there's no one here to make the screeching of the phone stop. And you're half asleep, so it sounds even louder than it is. Slow motion, high-pitched, echoing, blasting, ringing. Never ending. The phone wake up people want to make COMPLETELY sure you're awake. So it rings 400 million times, which is very thorough of them.. But it is the last thing you want to experience when you're half asleep, groggy, cranky, and trying to keep your eyes closed so you don't wake up completely and feel inclined to then blog about your trying, unfortunate situation. I think you can guess how it, inevitably, all worked out in the end. Good morning. I'm awake. Completely awake. And very inclined to blog about my trying situation.