Tomorrow, the day, that day, and I'm anxious and a little sick to my stomach. Last time is was a relief to run away, now not only do I feel sad for my leaving, but I am feeling a little left. Of course I am. And tonight is the first night of many that won't end with Philip and Clinton and I making bad jokes and playing "Shithead". I know once I get there, it will be glorious, even when I'm grumpy and missing my Olympia and my family and the spaces where I feel safe, but for now, it's just this infernal waiting and the disappointments of the past week.
On the road again...
and I'll make some music and find my friends as they come.
I'm as unencumbered as can be, but it's nervous making.
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