sickHe has too many people in his band. Or shall I say club. Far too many people to be trying to spontaneously jam with.
I think I'm still sick. My head still feels all cottony.
And I have to get up early tomorrow. Or shall I say I'm gonna leave early tomorrow as I don't think I shall get much sleep . . .
Good gods--Springsteen is now improvising lyrics and wandering out into the crowd. And he's put Conan on guitar.
. . . now he's got Santa onstage with him . . .
I am awake right? Confusing me isn't gonna make this process any easier.
