Thursday, November 27th, 2003 | 1:06
"When... the coast is clear and I feel you're near..."

Stage Crew/Backstage/Actors made it worse but ultimate made it better. I still don't know what I'm going to do but I'm not tearing my hair out about it. I'm going to try to think calmly and as rationally as possible to figure this shit out.
I went looking for her this afternoon, thinking I had an answer. I didn't find her and realised I didn't know what to say anyway. Tomorrow will be better.
I have an oversized band-aid convering the tiny cut on the top of my finger. I can't type wearing the goddamn thing. I'll be playing guitar to lick my wounds tomorrow.
Dancing Invisible

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