Elvis spent the entire day thinking about the Jewish Museum, circa 1970. The things Elvis does for money.
Then he sat outside and drank a drink, which turned into two whiskey sodas on an empty stomach, and colder night than he expected on the 2-4-1 terrace of Lush Live. Elvis smoked a cigarette, had a piece of matzah, and went to bed.
Emma Lee drew a real nice picture of Elvis this morning, but the computer is not agreeing with her about uploading. she’s all shook up about it. [update: now it's better. sort of]
