excerpts from this evening

the music is strange and distant. lives well in my mind.
i miss kate.
amazing. . .i dont even know who i'm talking to, and yet the music comes through.
almost an hour later, everything is still shit.
9:53
one problem solved, another to taunt me.
the palms of my hands ache from working hours in vain.
i lost it all and the ultra nerdy wooing.
i've driven the rest of them out, cant decide what is good or bad.
dead air.
silence.
and redemption.