Getting Older

I’m sick. I think I might cough up my lung. That might be cool.

The water was turned back on yesterday, right when I needed it. I went to see Tristan Prettyman in concert at Blue Cats. The doors opened at 8, but two people opened for her (the first not until 9:30), and she didn’t come on until 11. By that time my friend Diana and I were ready for bed. We’re so old. When she finally did come on, she kept talking about how she hoped she was helping us all “start our night off right.” Start our night? She was helping us end it. Hehe. Somehow, though, I think we were the only ones planning on going to bed once the concert was over.

Today’s plans: lie on the couch watching movies, miss Stephen, cough up a lung. Exciting.

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