but i don't work tomorrow.

sometimes it's amazing how far a cup of tea will go towards making you feel better. for the record, i've decided that white pear is far more tolerable with milk and honey, which is some consolation after the initial let down.

tomorrow--sarah harmer and josh ritter at the fine line, which can't not be good. whether trav ends up going with me or not is yet to be seen. this, of course, is all assuming they still have tickets.

it's looking more and more likely that i won't end up at the ben folds show saturday. despite the fact that it's at st.olaf, carls still have to pay general public prices (all because stolaf won't go in on spring concert with us anymore) and that's a lot when there are other shows going on that i also want to see. why does everyone have to tour at the same time anyhow?

(speaking of tours, zennerthanyou will be making one of chicago this weekend. but if this means something to you, you probably already know. what will i do for three whole days by myself? oh. right. wait more tables.)

elsewise, we're having folks over to watch the speechifying tonight, so if anyone else would like to stop by and doesn't know where we're at, let me know.

my baby is still in the shop, my head is still on sideways, my life is still in need of sorting. somehow i suppose i'll make do.


in addition: i know that everyday i'm going to realize something else i lost from my hard drive that i'm going to miss. just now it was wishing i had a tea icon and realizing that i did, but it was on my computer so i'll have to search for it again. *sigh*