Uneasy and not sure-handed today for lack of sleep. WMNF radio thing in a little while and nervous about it some. Rain got to us pretty good yesterday, and we sprinted through parking lots in puddles clad in water-welcoming shoes and coats. Gator fan could smell my Volunteer-sympathetic blood at Bread Company and stared at me with suspicious eyes. Steve Miller was on the radio again and it was no accident. No accident, man. Wood screw in front right is holding well though I’ve got my eye on it every day. Won’t pull it out as it might ruin the good times and what good are ya’ if your good times are ruined by your own hand? Got to our friends’ Josie and Dan’s in Winter Park in time for reunitin’, coffee, Stroopwafels and an inevitable nap. Their Jack Russell terrier, Uly is a good but spastic friend in times of nap. His balls are gone. Pho 88 for dinner as Orlando tradition holds, and you should go if you go. Show at Will’s was real good times but Jason has to leave us tomorrow for his Alabama homeland. To say that we’ll miss him just sounds flimsy. Back to Josie and Dan’s for a couple of beers, a half-written song on a bunk bed, still spastic Uly, and conversation. 7am before I know it and merely hours before departure. Uneasy and not sure-handed now. WMNF radio thing in a little while and nervous about it some.