Oh. . .no, can’t. Theoretically I should be back home by now, but I can’t start the rest of the week like this. I’ve been listening to the last few tracks with increasing trepidation because this seems to be the rise of Todzilla, the most obnoxious of all the DJs from my youth. Worse than Molson. Yeah. That bad. I hate my younger self for recording these little bits, and I hate my current anal retentive self for having to write about every single damn second of every track. Damn you, me.