run a carbon black test on my jaw and you will find it's all been said before

v. tired so this entry will be brief.

tenar is here. the r.e.m. tribute concert was mostly fab, and i took notes. patti smith and michael stipe made me want to cry. glen hansard has a great handshake. i must go to bed.

am i tired?

i guess i am still tired. proof? i just sang the following to george in the living room:

sneezes <dramatic pause>
nothing more than sneezes <dramatic pause>
trying to forget your
sneezes of love

then i realised what i was doing and stopped right away.