So I just escaped the depressing realm of my mother's house only to be greeted by Patti having a massive stress-bomb freak-out. So I went to Andrew's for a while, he was in Boulder, so I hung out with his parents and then a bunch of folks I saw in concert a few weeks ago, namely Chris Barry, Zivanai Masango, and Chris' sister whose name escapes me. It was awesome.
I hate how I get all weird around cool artsy people. I get all quiet and super-reserved and I hate it.

Stupid reservedness makes me sad.