One sixteen has rolled around and I've rolled out of bed and taken a hot bath and dressed, stopping occasionally to read another paragraph of This Side of Paradise, and my breakfast is being made.

Elliott Smith's XO is playing.

The sweetness of life is crystal clear right now.

I'll need my friends today.  There is something to do.  

A first rehearsal with my lead guitarist, Sarah, at five.  Then we'll likely take it to an open mic.  Cash is low, we'll find a way to get high.  Then we're gonna give it to the crowd.  Chandelier.