I woke up in an industrial area of Regina. It's cold and rainy. Most of the buildings are painted grey and pale blue. It feels surreal, dream-like. Honestly, I don't want to be here. My head has been pounding since I lifted it from my pillow, probably due to the dramatic change in weather. I want it to all go away . . .
A couple of hours later, things turn around a bit because after some Emergen-C and ibu, my body adjusts, and after a phone conversation with mi media naranja y mi mama, my mind accepts that I'll soon be away from this situation. Moreover, I hear that the ticket count is really high tonight, almost a sell-out already, which eases my thoughts of spending my time away from my family.
Touring is always hard. One just adjusts to the life of it in order to stay sane.