I’m trying (unsuccessfully) to fall asleep before midnight at the moment, a feat as rare as finding an open coffee establishment at this very hour (11pm. And yes, Peoria is lame about that.) All of this pain and suffering so that I may drive to Chicago tomorrow morning to revel and relish in the sweaty, muggy Lollapalooza music festival. In addition to covering it for the Journal Star, I’m hoping to see the following:

The Polyphonic Spree, M.I.A., Blonde Redhead, Ben Harper and Daft Punk

It will either be a logistical nightmare (traffic, crowds, heat, expensive food/water, lugging laptop and cameras everywhere) or it will be a complete and utter joy. Pray for the latter.

Photo explanation: Those are not my egg boobs. It’s a Pavement shirt that shows off my mid-90s music cred.