12.09.2003

Waitress, more coffee, please.

I think I have an Antihoot hangover.

It was a cool night; a night of extremes. I saw a lot of folks, especially babyfaced kids, who were totally consumed by the song they were singing and avoided the usual traps (deathly cutsie-poo patter and the like). There was a good vibe in the room.

I offered up a rather timid version of "love you all the way." Lately, whatever is going on in me under the surface comes out loud and clear when i'm singing. I hope this is just a phase, and that the dogged cheerfulness will come home soon.

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