Convieniently enough, my mom decided to share her Oprah-Show-spawned fears of the 'bird flu' with me after work tonight. Needless to say, my cold grew increasingly worse afterward which inevitably caused me to believe that I may have this 'bird flu' she spoke of. The less-gullable and down to earth portion of my brain indicated that perhaps I was being ridiculus in that assumption. Nevertheless, my head feels cloudy and I'm nearly overdosing on vitamin C trying to kill off this evil bug before my highly-anticipated trip to Kalamazoo this weekend. And now for the good news: I got one of those phone calls that makes me feel important this afternoon. A friendly female reporter from the Detroit news caught one of my show's at Lenny's and passed my CD along to her editor, who ordered that a full-length feature story be written about me immediately. Tomorrow morning I'll be faced with the interesting task of answering questions about myself, my music, etc. I think the photograph is going to be the hard part though....ugh. I have to be in a natural state...the photo cannot be staged and it has to accurately represent me in my element. Me on and every-day basis.

I suggested that they photograph me delivering chinese food.  =/

Lately, music has been literally pouring and dripping out of my soul for unexplained reasons. Songwriting can be best explained as an audible map that comes and goes. Some days, I can hear exactly where to go next. It's already there, it's just about finding it. I wrote a song about Linda's place with rachel tonight. The best way to describe it would have to be: Jacklyn Johnson

Little girls who have cold's and important business in the morning should probably go to sleep before 3am.