spectacular complexity of Life.
Life. Don't talk to me about Life.
Tonight's gig at Jammin Java was scrumptious. It left Heather and I in a lot of pain, but it was worth it. We got a decent response to our performance (and I saw a couple of faces that I wasn't expecting, but was really glad to see - Ari: thanks for your table-full of creatures... and Cox? Thanks for your heads.
Brennan was filling my skull with dreams and possibilities, and now my inner gears won't stop mulling and churning and burning the mindnight oil.
Sara brought us cicadas, and Keith cut his hair. And Nefrit El-Or continues to make my interior rhythms whirl to different dances. I can never sleep after her shows, and I have no place to retreat to and play guitar till the sun comes up. No place to let it out.
My head is full and pounding and I never know
how to just
Also, I am CONVINCED that when they fixed my laptop, they installed an upgraded, and more difficult, version of Solitaire. I haven't won a game since I got it back. CURSE the insomnia that has allowed me to discover this treachery!
May 22nd, 2004.
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