March 12, 2005

It's 6:15 in the morning and I'm so tired my fingertips hurt. Two shows Thursday, two shows yesterday, two shows today. It's been snowing in Pittsburgh every day since we got here. Last night's dinner consisted of pretzels and Doritos. It's fifteen degrees outside. I'm about to get in a vehicle with a person whose repertoire of irritating mouth noises is unparalleled.

And things are all right.

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A little boy asked us if we had robots backstage to help us change. We all looked at each other in disbelief, smacked our foreheads, and said "Why didn't we think of that before?! That's a really good idea!" The little boy was delighted.

Another kid rest his hand on Philip's and said in a concerned voice, "If you're out in the ocean where there are sharks, the dolphins will save you."

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Time to head downstairs. I'm still on west coast time, so it feels a little like 3am. I can't believe I'm awake. I'm can't believe I'm coherent enough to write. I can't believe I'm almost in a good mood.