jsut came back from lunch with jo norrie. she’s feeling not so great about some stuff and it’s horrible because i feel so helpless to make her feel better. you wonder at what point your own words start to sound cliche. anyway… plans are stealthily underway to go to Norah Jones… but now i discover that Bob Dylan is playing here naught but a week later. what a tragedy. a crime. and then santana in march. i am doomed to have no money forever if i keep going to all these shows. hehehe. oh well.