It's true. I've squeezed my sponge dry from yesterday's recording of "Goth Coke Dealer". When my sponge is empty I feel like I swam a mile ( If I really tried to swim a mile I would be fish food... ). You know when every muscle in your body is tired and you have a slight hazy-dazed look on your face? That's me. It's old movie-nappy-dreamy-time, only to wake up for a California burrito and an aguas frescas of some sort. Maybe by then I'll have enough in the ol' sponge to squeeze some more...