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Just had our first show tonight as Random House Live at Wild Wing Cafe, University.
My feet hurt, my back is sore, and I smell from sweating all night. I'm so glad I got to do this.
Yet I can't shake feeling like I didn't do enough. What's that about?
Plus, only David came. I'm so grateful for having a great friend like him, but for some reason tonight reinforced my presiding sense of loneliness.
On the plus side, I got a compliment on my blue toboggan.