Zouk was packed like sardines in a can yesterday; i went in yesterday at eleven, drank a bit, tried to dance, but it was really like, there was really only room to stand. n the queue was superhumoungously long . i really don't know how they managed to sneak to the front anywae.

so here i'm a little paranoid for friends. but then i prayed and the wonderful thing about prayer is that it really works i'm a little better now, thankfully. wrote some rocker song, and now am sedately listening to sijle nergaard's 'the waltz', of which i played at some wedding. it's very comforting, ten times better than a vodka can ever be.