Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.

I wonder if Jan has ever tour-managed before?  We’re driving a rented car through a snowstorm, without snow tires or chains, and the windshield keeps icing up.  I’m scared.  I didn’t have a bed to sleep in last night — I was freezing cold and crying most of the time.  Didn’t get to take a shower or brush my teeth today, I’m on my period and I just wacked myself very hard in the eye with my elastic jacket-tassel thingy. Did I mention I want to go home now?  I hope Ryan’s luggage makes it to Linkoping.