After spending the last few days getting sleep of questionable quality, I CRASHED and woke up much later than I'd wanted to - the alarm was supposed to wake me at 6:30 but upon closer inspection was set to unplug itself at 9:91 pm. Nice job Marcus. When you need to sleep, you sleep, I guess.

Took a leisurely stroll through downtown St. Louis, where I saw the Arch. Because of the weather, the arch was swaying back and forth pretty noticeably up there - when one of the side doors to the viewing area slammed itself closed a couple people darted for the stairs. That's gotta be a bummer because it takes like an hour wait to get up there. (Speaking of weather: some folks here are definitely worried about the high level of the river, but so far the city's doing OK, with only a few things affected. As far as I can tell, anyway)

Then it was onto the Bowling Hall of Fame, which is now second in my heart only to the Potato Expo. You can bowl at the Bowling Hall of Fame - but if you're me, you're not allowed to bowl for the next 60 days due to an unfortunate incident. They have some wild bowling memorabilia at the Hall of Fame, including an illustration of the devil (or some demon, I don't remember) using a skull to bowl. When I got down to the level where the bowling lanes were, they had a set of really unusual bowling balls - there was one that looked like a big eyeball, a couple of psychedelic stripey ones, and then a clear one that had a skull in the middle. How was I to know they were for display only? I hit nine of ten pins ferociously in my first frame before getting a stern talking to for a crime I did commit but didn't mean to.

Now in Kansas City, after a quiet drive listening to The World. Hang onto your rabbits, from the sounds of things. Eek.

Now listening to: Cat Power, "The Moon"