Leppotone

NOTE: I am uploading photos to share right now. Be patient. Please. Here are some very scattered notes from the plane ride home from Florida. I was a bit of a mess.

Dateline: Tuesday, the 4th of Freaking July.

Flying over the USA on NWA. My wrist is hurting me still, and I don't have a lot of battery power. I can only type for a little while. I'm feeling the strong, deep emotional low of the end of the musical rainbow. Nothing really makes sense. Took a nice long bath yesterday, only hearing Nillson's "Without You" in my head.

The Buzzcocks rocked like crazy last night. So very happy, even though the crowd was filled with little stage-diving-mall-punks. I blame the Warped tour, but I'm still so happy for them, for all of us. Passed out CDs of the music Karl and Scott and I made to all sorts of folks. Maybe someone will give two flying fucks. Who knows?