Sleepless and fulfilled beyond words. Just returned from seeing Jeff Mangum in Athens. Darwinism and brute douchebaggery lead me to ending up directly in front of him, without a human between us. This place was fortified and defended with the help of my primal nature, as if I were a raptor guarding her eggs (clearly, I have not slept). I could smell his stench when he moved and watch a tear leave his eye while singing Two Headed Boy. Is this real life?

Elated coma until the serenata of my beloved troubadour in Athens tomorrow. Be still, my heart.

I am the tiny one in the front, singing and reliving her childhood while ridding of excess dread/fulfilling a long lived dream (in the blue). One founding father of my teen-angst down, two to go. You are next, Jeff.

I didn’t want it to come to this but, JEFF MANGUM IS PLAYING IN ATHENS, GEORGIA THE 10TH AND 11TH OF FEBRUARY. I need to be there. I listen to Two-Headed Boy every morning to remind me that I am human. My entire life has lead up to this. Someone needs to rescue me from Gainesville those days. I’ll bake you cookies. It will be an adventure. Everything Is.

I find the experience of not being here to be both wildly disturbing and detrimental to who I am as a person.