This afternoon, I saw sunlight for the first time in days. It feels grand.

We played in Rhode Island Wednesday night and began the road to redemption after our morbid Shitford experience. Kids in RI are attentive, friendly, and apparently love to hug musicians. I never really understood the "can I give you a hug?" fan culture, but when it happens it's so endearing that you can't help but melt and say yes. [No doubt in a couple years my sense of germophobia will heighten.]

Hugs are in.