So, yeah, it wasn't as fun as yesterday, still was OK, had a root beer, Tim has made tiny stickers of me on a white background from the picture below, one of which is now (precariously?) affixed above the trash can at Flywheel, appropriate.



Anyway, got in a pretty weird mental state walking the dog before the show, mostly about how everything at all good or fun or satisfying that happens feels like a surprising & total victory given the overwhelming superiority of the forces of evil and their inevitable triumph. It's actually quite dizzying all the fun stuff that must be happening, almost all of which I know nothing about. Was thinking about lots of other stuff as well, can't reconstruct any of it too well at this point, but overall, dazzling bright spots on a field of perfect darkness & absolute contentment floating in a limpid pool of nervous terror, can you see it in my eyes? Look closer.