Whiney insomniacs are super hot.

Waaaaaaah.

I want to be asleep.

And be visited by the magical MIDI fairies, who will make my gear magically work, and infuse me with the confidence that my first show in a real long time won't be a big steaming pile.

While I'm wishing, if they could magically sweep up that warehouse-ceiling-grit and cement dust that falls into our bed that's so charming to try to fall asleep in, that'd be awesome, too. You know, just while I'm up and thinking about it.

Bleh.

Today rules.

Didn't get to sleep 'til after 4.

No hot water this morning.

That's almost funny.

Action shot!

Hey, I've never been the subject of a cool action shot before. Here's me getting elbowed illegally in the ribs by my faaaaaaavorite garda belt ever, Cupcake:


See? Rockit fans are totally the cutest:



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I think a zen state feels different than just not caring, but they're disturbingly similar

I'm really tired.

But, a few things have made me feel better. They are:
Tofu with Rice,
a hot shower,
and a $30 footswitch.

I'm not really sure how I thought I could get along without that last thing.

I've decided to quit worrying so much about the set, sink into my zurround roots, have my own little sensor re:engine and know that everything will be fine.

I threw out most of my planned set, but I think I've thrown away the jolly rancher along with it.

(Only my velouria can truly understand quite what that means.)

I hope I'm right.