Today was a day off from shows. Off doesn’t mean rest. We had a ten hour haul down the highway to California.  We’re a week in. All our bodies aching. Begging for sleep. Close proximity every day. Neck and neck.  I could feel the need for a little more room. Maybe it was just me, and that’s ok.  We stopped for gas in rural towns in South Oregon. They looked to be up to no good. Burnt around the edges, like they’d been blown up decades ago and are still plotting their revenge.

Here's a list of things that went wrong today: I was awoken at 5 am by loud banging coming from the floor above our shitty hotel room. I didn't eat anything until three pm become a barista in Portland gave me a bacon and egg sandwich instead of the vegan food I ordered. I lost my beanie. I can't find my ear buds. My instrument cable crapped out during our set, and I couldn't play the last song. Later on, the cashier at an Italian restaurant in Seattle also misplaced my order.