Despite (or perhaps because of) my shredded nerves and an abundance of existential rage and terror, The End Times acquitted ourselves handsomely at the Jewelbox Theater last night, possibly one of our finest hours. Today I am exhausted, pilled up and mildly hallucinating, but the relative triumph of the evening helps to temporarily allay a few of my many fears. I have miles more to go before facing the all-day flights of Saturday, and none of the energy I need to make it in any dignified manner, so I can't unwind yet ... all is not well, but I put a patch on it.