Will you still love me if I wet the bed?

The above is the title of Liz's book, which is funny and touching and adorable. How adorable are Kevin and Liz, you ask? Well, when he showed up to the show last night, Kevin said his tummy hurt because he'd eaten too many animal crackers during the drive from Boston. See?

We are still in Easthampton and it's raining like a mutha. Dan just fell down the stairs. I heard a ton of crashing and looked at Jeremy, then went to go check on him. "Dan, you okay?" I said. Dan said, "I just fell down the fucking stairs."

"I know," I said.

Yesterday was a day chock-full of wandering around Northampton, looking at impressionable young Smith dykes-for-a-day and wandering from organic eatery to Wicca Warehouse and so on. We then went to see "Hostel," which sparked me asking my bandmates if they'd let me mutilate them for 50 grand. They are tiny manginas and declined.

The show was okay. Not a lot of dancing, since my feet were frozen into my Manolo Blahniks, but we played aiight and got to see Animal Hospital. Kevin's new stuff rules the school.

Oh, great. Brad just walked in. No more fun, anybody.

We're going to hang out in Boston today before the show and eat beans until we explode.