So today I actually was able to pull off doing that play. I stuttered and mammered, but did it. I didn't collapse at my knees, I didn't pass out, I didn't share what I ate for lunch 15 minutes prior. For possibly the first time in my short life I felt relatively comfortable in front of more than 20 people. It was quite a thrill. Playing that show should be easy peasy.

I was contemplating the concept of love yesterday night and found that the essential purpose of it is so you can be assured that your existence is meaningful. It's the feeling that someone will care if you die tomorrow. At least for me that's what purpose it serves. Kind of disgustingly egocentric, isn't it.

Nick Drake's "Hanging On A Star" is simply the most beautiful thing ever to grace my ears.