October 8th, 2005.

Well, my sleep schedule is officially upside down. I’ve been falling asleep later and later (this morning the last time I saw a clock it was well past 7am) and getting up closer and closer to 1 in the afternoon. I’m not proud.

With this assistance of a DVD of Firefly, of course we’ve been dragging Jamie down our path right with us.

Thursday night we played a beautiful not-so-little wine bar in Raleigh, North Carolina called the April & George Gallery. Good artwork on the walls and a good sound system.

Unfortunately, a tiny little audience, but the owner was really Loving us, and we even had acouple of friends drop in from down in Wilmington. Oh, and finally I got “damn, I think you might be BETTER than Keller Williams” as opposed to a mere comparison.

My morning ritual of email and Cheerios.
My morning ritual of email and Cheerios.
A Terminix truck that needs to just... explode all over Jamie's apartment complex, making it safe for us to perhaps, fall over and not have to worry about being carried away by hordes of horrid ants.
A Terminix truck that needs to just… explode all over Jamie’s apartment complex, making it safe for us to perhaps, fall over and not have to worry about being carried away by hordes of horrid ants.

Last night at the Open Eye (which has moved to a new, huge location) or friend Sean popped up out from Maryland, presumably just to cause trouble. He did. He does. Love him for it.

We came back to Jamie’s with her friend Jeff last night to have a little birthday celebration for him that consisted of squash and root beer and Robot Chicken and Firefly and some sort of book about America. Slowly our time in Cary draws to an end, and though I’m pretty happy here, my brain’s been weird about staying in one place for so long for a while now.

I’ve been very happy playing guitar recently – yeah, even happier than normal, and I’ve been feeling like my playing and my singing has really been hitting its stride recently. Just sort of – I guess like we’re doing it enough that its flowing the way it ought to. My muscles feel sore but good after a show, and my fingers hurt but in a GOOD way, and in general, I feel like I’m… balanced somehow.

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