Damn I wish those windows could open... It is one thing not to see enough light to be able to tell the difference between night and day but I strongly suspect the lack of fresh oxygen is what has kept me from sleeping since I arrived in Boston. I guess I shouldn't complain too much since I had this kick-ass apartment in Chicago and Cirque is supposedly paying a lot of money for this one too but as far as I'm concerned, a 3000 dollar a month rat hole is still a rat hole. Even when it is in the nicest neighborhood in town! Bottom line: Cirque's getting screwed. And I cant sleep.

While in Boston, I am a temporary pedestrian. You get used much too easily to the freedom which comes with having your own vehicle. Now every night after the show I ride the train from "Wonderland", along with the spectators and other co-workers. Brings back old memories! I'll have to go to the end of the line and visit Wonderland one of these days. The place intrigues me. Don't worry, I'll watch for the rabbit holes. Perhaps I'll even run into the Mad Hatter?