All I Need to Find

What the fuck does it mean when my stomach is tied into multiple knots, I'm achy, nauseous, cold...?

And I can't stop listening to Air or checking Facebook or doing anything that isn't what I should be: crawling into my bed.

One thing though: tonight I went to an AGCS show which was mostly awful. I felt like shit and the bands were shit and so many people are worthless pieces of shit... I don't mean that in the extreme, especially considering I was one of them. I went to see the Deans' last show ever (?) and I wrote a lot about it, including one big idea-laden interview with John Ciccone which I'm going to continue writing and working on it until it is... Bangsian.
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