June 12, 2002 3:43 PM

It's the strangest thing to go back and read your previous entries, and discover how much you've changed.

I've figured out that my problem with songwriting is that I'm far too self-conscious of my work. I approach it as if it's a critical assignment which will be graded and critiqued, when it really won't on any significant level.

I made vanilla ice cream. It's delicious. I'll send you some.

We were invited - invited, can you believe it? - to play on June 6th at a show. I'm looking forward to that.

Wilco. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot.