the best of intentions
Tell you the truth, I was really out in the other place for three or four days there, spending half the day in bed, eating nothing but salsa, half ready to flee town again—but I've come back around. Didn't want to freak anyone out this time. Cleaning the apartment helped; also eating protein and doing promotional stuff for the record. If you were feeling generous you could always go say something nice about it. Something that isn't just someone else's review of Leonard Cohen's The Future with the song titles changed, damn it.
