Sometimes Friday nights are the best things in the world. After a whirl-wind couple of weeks, I just rested tonight. There was thunder, and rain, and my roommates, and finally my music and my own room. A place to sit, to think, to write. And it's funny the way certain songs can make me all better. That's why I am here I suppose. And these songs will never leave me. Iwill always know them. Somehow, that is comforting to know that I can always sing or play or listen...

I did miss something tonight...