I went to the Lizard Lounge tonight for Adam Stone's feature. He was really good. I like his stage presence -- funny, kinda dorky, but can slide instantly and effortlessly into serious and weighty material.
I've read three times already this week, and gone to five readings. Tonight I was signed up, but the jazz with the bass and the sax and the five minutes of Tom Waits allusions and the poem read about the dizzying spin of a crush made me think too much about things I have been doing such a good job of mentally dodging, and at 11:45 I decided I had to go home and get some sleep.
Which I better do, come to think of it.