sunday night seems like a dream. i don't know why i have so much trouble believing that all my planning paid off and two nights ago (only two?), i saw ani difranco live.

i quote my father (who doesn't like ani difranco but who i saw smiling during the show): ani difranco is much better live.

eeeee!

i'm sitting in the c*sti libary listening to 'tear me down' and grinning because i just got an email from p4t: 'sure, i'm up for drag. call me sometime so we can talk more about it. [insert p4t's #].'

my hair still smells vaguely like pot. i almost don't want to wash it.