My suitcase is outside the bus.  I've left it there in hopes someone takes it away and relieves me of all that I packed and did not need.  It happens every time without fail.  I mean I even brought a pair of goggles.  Did I really think they were a necessity?  Every day I grab all of my bags and haul them into the day room and repack and it seldom does any good.  My life is in my bunk and thank the lord that I'm short (first time I'm ever giving thanks for that) because that means I can fit more shist at my feet and feel like I'm safe.  Safe with my goggles…at my feet.

Last night we played St. Louis and the big news of late is how we all seem to be dropping like flies.  Jason (guitarist extraordinaire) was attacked by a flight case and the elevator and now his pinky finger is paying for it.  Smashed up pulpy mess it is.  Poor Alice had an encounter with a floor, face first, and has been sporting a shiner for the past three days.  This ain't no fluff girl singer songwriter tour. 

I am, knock on wood, injury free at the moment.  Although, there is some internal bleeding in my heart (hahahahah! Just kidding.. ahhaha!) yeah, whatever. Anyway, I've been pretty good about preventative measures up till now.  I think I've even had 2 bottles of water with EmergenC (however you spell it) – powdery vitamin stuff that everyone on tour relies on to hold off colds.. So far, so good.

Great to see you all last night – Kerry – thank you for my elephant, Samantha – big hugs, Jason – again, many thanks for making me your top myspace friend and number 2 – I'm sorry for that, you seem like a very deserving friend and shall the title ever pass to you I will support it fully.

Love to all and in general, please buy the hoodies.  I brought too many and if I end up with 800 hoodies in my apartment….well, it'll be a sad affair.. and I won't be able to get to my piano.. which means I won't be able to write songs..which means I'll have to stop touring… which will lead to a reclusive existence of goggle wearing and internal bleeding hermitlike behavior.  And I won't make it to Kansas anymore.  Just like Dorothy.  And I can't kick my sparkly red heels together because I didn't friggin bring them with me! Dammit!  I knew I forgot something…

xoxoxo,

r