Hoping for an encore.

Listening to Ms. Apple. It's relaxing.

Handed in the Hemingway paper. It's not all about my father being a misogynist. I did a full page dissection of "The Three-Day Blow". I recommend that after a healthy dose of "The End of Something." I wonder if how Nick thinks about Marge is how men think about me after they leave?

We got the Heminway style-of-prose talk today from Berman. He doesn't let me answer anything because I have all the answers.

I'm learning how to fingerpick using fingers I never knew I had. Or knew how to use.

I bought a bottle of 1998 Faustino which i'm planning on sharing over Copacabana.

Tonight might be a very important night for me. I won't know until it's over.

I'm nervous as hell though.

When I get excited I get so much energy. I take it out on my feet. I walked home today. I'm an odd spectacle, walking home. I skip and pull leaves. I got a fern today and twisted it between my thumb and forefinger until the leaves came off. It's a good walk. I go it slowly and try to observe the houses and the people. Shame the sun wasn't out. Not many people, either.

Home now and noone is here and I am waiting for tonight.