old (2007), Uncategorized

loneliness, part two

I woke up to an e-mail telling me I’m on the guest list for the Apostle of Hustle show at Schubas Wednesday. This super-cool vegan woman I met from Canada knows the gal who manages the band and thinks we might hit it off. She knows I’ve been having a rough time lately, and it warms my heart that she’d spontaneously think of something that could cheer me up. I guess it just goes to show it doesn’t really pay off to feel sorry for myself in that bubble for too long, though in the moment it’s hard to remember someone always does come along to break through and touch me, and I won’t dissolve into molecules.