like slow sex, or the inside of clouds

Soft Soft Silver Bang, that is.
the band that they made in a month out of several of my friends who play music. Tonight was the show after so many frantic practices and hours into the night spent screen printing and button making.
Tonight was the show. And it was wonderful.
I woke up at 9 to matthew coming for his U-pass. Then when I woke up at noon, I headed out. God was on the subway. I was listening to songs:ohia and thinking about how nice some sort of sign would be, for no reason whatsoever, and I got off the train and this guy just pointed me in the right direction. I hadn't said a word to him but he somehow knew which was I had to go.
This was exciting.
I got there and Jeremy and I finished putting the merch together, there were pins to put on cards and t-shirts to roll, and we killed it in very little time. The band that was on stage sucked. After a few more bad bands (including the 'old-school fusion' band, which was neither old school nor fusion) we headed to dunkin. Matthew got a phone call from his girlfriend about his parents searching his room. it went downhill for a little while but then it came back up eventually. However, when we got back from dunkin I discovered that I had started my period.
Normally, this wouldn't be such a big deal. However, this time it is the 4th time in 8 weeks. Not cool. I need to see a doctor about this because it's getting ridiculous.
I made some frantic phone calls and then went back inside. I'm still really worried about it, but that's ok. I know there's something wrong with me, but it will get fixed.
Somehow an inordinate amount of time had passed, and we were all starving. We went to a diner that wasn't supposed to exsist, and the waitress was the sweetest thing ever and paid for our food. God sighting number 2.
We went back and did some stuff, and set up the merch table. I proved myself as merch girl, I think anyways. Sold 5 or 6 t-shirts and 11 sets of pins, I guess. It's their first show.
When some stupid band used duct tape to tape up their sign and ripped paint off of the wall, all the merch booths got kicked out. I didn't have a car to go to, so instead I went and stood under a narrow awning across the street. In the rain. I had no problem with that whatsoever. I talked politely to the people who were working at the theatre and was very respectful. The one guy told me to bring an umbrella. It was a little damp but I sold some more stuff. Then we went home. I am in my apartment, alone because a large part of me didn't want to go to Jeffrey's brother's party. and the other part of me is sick. So I'm trying to sleep. but it's not happening. So I don't kow what I'm going to do.
Now that all of the drive for the show is gone and I'm alone, I'm starting to worry about the whole 4 tims in 8 weeks thing again. So it's making it hard to sleep because I could be very broken. Or, I could be not broken at all, but my mind leans toward very broken.