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I have not taken advantage of the extra hour of daylight to make hay or rotate my crops. Damnit!

Yay!

Looks like we’re boarding again. Hooray!

This trip is like a kidney stone that I can’t pass. You know, but not that bad, because actually it was good. I just mean that the weird feelings I was looking forward to flying away from are bearing down because I’m stuck in an airport pickling in them. Sorry for all the mixed metaphors. And the general crappy writing. I’ll chin up shortly, I’m sure. Well, tomorrow at least. Hopefully.

On the upside, there are a couple little birds in here somehow hopping around on the carpet. I jumped a couple times thinking they were mice, but now that I’m past that, I think they’re cute.

I may cry a little anyway though, because the overriding feeling I’m experiencing right now is one of mournfulness.

Update: a plum just rolled across the floor.

Grounded due to weather. Usually it isn’t this hard to leave Orange County.

Okay fine, I’m in Long Beach which isn’t technically Orange County, but close enough. At least they let us off the plane which is good but it’s also bad because that’s how bad they must think it is.

Did that make sense?

OC has made me dumb. And sleepy.

There there, blog readers! I have not forsaken you. Come close and I’ll stroke your hair while telling you all about my crazy week in Orange County. I have nostalgia vertigo. I feel like someone who time traveled and then forgot that they were only supposed to be a spectator in the past and accidentally started laying down roots and pursuing things in the past and building new memories in little time cul de sacs. What the hell am I saying? I could explain it, but I feel too weird and am looking forward to going home where I won’t be accosted with memories and ghosts and smells and stuff. Anyway, I’m doing Red Eye on Monday, so there’s that. And here’s another Costa Mesa band story which is overwrought like the others. Enjoy!

My wrist hurts and so do my fingertips. I haven’t played in so long that my calluses are all but gone. Yami (bass) told me I’d be amazed at how it would all come back to me but I was more amazed at how rusty I was and how I feel like it’s all in there, but I’m having a little trouble accessing it. (“It” being the memory of how the songs go.) Still, it was unbelievably fun to play again, and will be even more fun this evening when we play with our old drummer (we practiced with our friend Jodey from Supernova, who not only is letting us borrow his gear, but who kindly-yet-sternly made us practice the break of a song repeatedly until we nailed it. )

Is better than waking up and not playing with a dog.

Also, tomorrow morning at 11am I’m meeting the band for a quick rehearsal. It’s very much like I never left, in a good way. I almost wish I’d brought my guitar with me. I brought my old strap, on the offchance that the guitar I’m borrowing has straplocks, but somehow I suspect it’ll have a strap that’s attached with duct tape an I’ll put it on and it’ll be hanging around my knees. That will impede the rock. Also impeding the rock? The high heels I’ll be wearing–this is a wedding reception after all.

After what felt like the longest flight in the world, during which I hit that wall where not even Celebrity Rehab could distract me and each commercial break felt like 20 minutes and so I just sat there flipping through all the Jet Blue channels and thinking that if we didn’t land soon I was going to go out of my mind because I really wanted to stand up and do jumping jacks even though I’m not really a jumping jacks person, I am happy to report that I’m finally here and Tobey is asleep next to me.