Went to show at Bookmill, left a bit early as headache and extremely hot room weren't mixing too well, shame, was having fun, need to go to work early anyway. Ran into Dane I'll be working with tomorrow at record shop earlier, good thing, too, as he didn't know who to ask for at the paper, when to come, etc. Typical of this whole business. Should be asleep, but headache says no, tomorrow will probably collapse with aneurysm while slaving over hot server & then you'll be sorry.

So feeling pretty sorry for myself, don't like pain, would write myself an ode or something but the muses split with some cool guy, said not to wait up.