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I wrote a new song: You've Got Your Own Life. It's about the women I've been meeting lately and my inability to connect with them:

You've got your own life,
And I don't have a place in it.
But he reminds me of me.

The solitude you share
The symbols that you wear
Sprinkle down paper on the plain bare stage.

We're made of glass stars.
We don't know who we are.
Sprinkle down paper on the plain bare stage.

You've got your own life,
And I don't have a place in it.
But he reminds me of me.

Any way you cut this moment,
I won't be stoic at all.
I thought of you.
I will think of you again.

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Sappy. Whatever.

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Played open mic at the Fields:

• E Blue Apparatus
• You've Got Your Own Life [premiere] -> Crash Tinkle Tinkle -> Lapse Into Memory
• Princessdom -> Numbers Make More Numbers -> Present Tense

It was ok.

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Jammed after with Dan, Chris & Scott. It was fun, but I was frustrated because my mandolin wasn't getting picked up by the mic and the only other thing I could play was a left-handed guitar. I was already in a not-so-good mood (see lyrics above), and I left there unhappy. Now I have some homework to do. I will do it, perhaps write in my journal, and go to bed. I don't sleep enough at night.