We're taking Let's Not Meet on the road again this year.

Phoenix, Arizona, I'll be at Rebel Lounge on November 17th, St. Paul, Minnesota at Turf Club on November 19th,

and Chicago, Illinois at Beat Kitchen on November 20th.

Get your tickets at let's not meetpodcast.com slash tour or follow the link in the show notes.

I'll see you there.

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Enjoy the show. Thank you. I'm going to I live in a small house in the suburbs. My neighborhood is predominantly populated by older adults and the occasional college student.

My house is a single-story house with an attic that has been converted into two

separate rooms. From the main level of the house, the attic stairs lead directly up to my brother's

room, and my room is just beyond their room. Neither of us have doors to our rooms. My typical routine

usually consists of going to school from 8 to 4. Then,

when I get home, I do homework for about an hour and do whatever seems necessary to get done.

My brother goes to bed at around 8.30. I'm usually in my room when they go to bed, either playing guitar or just playing video games.

For them to be able to get sleep, I go downstairs and watch TV until around 10, and then I go back upstairs to read before going to sleep.

I usually leave my light on when my brothers go to bed because the lighting helps keep them at ease as they

go to sleep. Also, it's much easier for me to make my way back up there. So one night, I went upstairs

at my usual time, and then I climbed into bed, picking up the book Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell,

and I began reading. This was my third read-through of

this piece of art. By the time I'm at this part of my day, I feel like my usual routine is done,

and I mentally check off another successful day, except for some reason I didn't feel right this

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