i think i'll end up at the orange peels show. i don't really want to see anyone right now. none of the fake smiles and boring conversations. i'm not up for that; not right now. i've watched more television news these past few days than i have in my life combined. maybe that is an overstatement. it's just so close to home. i'm not the only one thoroughly freaked out. karyn + jen + i have spent the past two days together trying to cheer one another up. it's been working. jennifer said [quite possibly] the funniest thing she has ever said, when guessing what gw's speech to the people would be like about the tragedy:
my fellow americans...
what the fuck?
this is some fucked up shit.
and all of this would be said while he was cowering underneath a desk with a blanket wrapped around him and a candle flickering next to him. the sad thing is i can totally imagine him saying that.
does anyone know of a place that the sunshine fix could play in d.c. thursday or friday night [house show or college]? please get in touch with me asap.
now i am going to sign off and wait for jeremiah's call! he's okay! he's okay!
i used to have a diaryland and this used to be there, but i decided to move all of my entries here.