I’m listening to your radio show because it’s the only way I can hear your voice (and you’ve always had an impeccable taste in music). I’m still sorry, and that was what, like, four years ago? I should be over it. And I am. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so completely happy with him, but I still hate myself when I think about how I treated you, and I can’t imagine what you must think of me now. I just wish we could be friends, as silly as that might sound. But anyway, thanks for playing The Smiths tonight. It was nice.
I’ve been having the worst insomnia lately. All I want to do is sleep. Last week, I couldn’t stay awake. And now, I can’t fall asleep. What is wrong with me? I should be exhausted after today. I yelled at people and ran around for nearly four hours at the Ron Paul rally (which I was working at, not attending). Welp, at least I have “such an adorable smile,” or so a stranger there told me. And yet, the highlight of my day was Chris finding an accordion while doing lost and found after the rally. Especially since it was in a very suspicious black trunk. Ugh. I just want to sleep though. I want tomorrow to be over so I can see Laura Stevenson and the Cans on Wednesday, Frontier Ruckus on Thursday, AND THEN finally have spring break and go home to the UP with Nic to play in the snow and hang out with my cat and spend some much needed quality time with my dad. I really can’t wait for the 9 hour car ride through almost all of Michigan. I’ll probably - no, definitely - abuse my instagram privileges over the next week and a half but who cares, because that means I’ll have something in my life worth remembering. So really if I could just fall asleep right now, that’d be great.