sleepless night.

too many fireworks going off. I just lay here in my moms cozy cabinhouse, pulling at my wonky ribs and thinking too much.

Practiced.

Changed position a million times.

Didn't catch a wink till the bright morning sun was already pouring in. Slept fretfully with weird dreams about trying to make a cake for Rowans birthday with Daniel and Jess and Ben and the kids, but knowing I wasn't going to be there. I just kept mixing the chocolate and cream together over and over....

Woke up in a funky position with my skewed rib screaming bloody murder. Not a good sign.

Practiced, got up.

Danced a funky dance to my friend Ellens cd.

Tried to eat my new unsweetened breakfast cereal, 'Seven in the Morning'. It's kind of like gravel, only more nutricious.

I think gravel would probably taste better yo.