It’s 305am and I am exhausted and cannot breathe. Busy busy night at the bar tonight–made the most money tonight since I started there. Also inherited a kaleidoscope necklace. So awesome. One of the bands, Wussy, had a little bit of a Concrete Blonde/Patti Smith vibe. At least the lady vocals did. I did some old school dances with a customer after his many Blue Moon rounds, and a woman left me a note on a napkin, written in glittery pink lip gloss: Why Do You Look So Sad? I wish she had stuck around when I found the note–I would have kindly explained that I am so congested that I cannot breathe and being in a smoky bar was the last place I wanted to be at that moment. I guess a bit of that showed on my face. Finding that note kind of made me sad. Even though I could absolutely explain why I wasn’t all smiles all the time tonight. Still, perhaps I should have disguised it a bit more. Or perhaps she misread my look of discomfort/full of snot/cannot stop sneezing state for something of dispair or depression. This time I can say Oh Contrare! to that. For I had a really kick ass day, and a really really good week, and the feeling of contentment extended to slinging beers. It had the stressful moments, but that happens with a packed house.

Flyers are up all over the bar for the April 5th show, and I have a handful in my possession. Feels good to see my name on something again. It’s been way too long to be away from the stage, that’s for sure.

Alright it’s bedtime. Let’s see how much sleep I get without breathing through my nose. ‘Night.