I’m doing okay, really I am, but this is largely contingent on me being in my own little world, and largely contingent of me maintaining a certain ignorance or indifference to my tourmates. This is because the second I look over at someone and see them looking crazy, I feel crazy. I was trying to explain this to Ryan and he was giving me the “Geoff, what the hell are you talking about?” look when we looked out the window of the bus and saw Daun walking through the parking lot. She was clutching her bag, which was broken, and minding her dress, which was ripped, and squinting from the sunlight and she just looked crazy. Ryan started laughing until his face turned red.