blew out your pilot light and made a wish
How strange. On a page dated December 8, this notebook appears to have most of the bones of the blind cave mermaid story in it. It's in my handwriting, and I don't recall writing any of it.
Oh, now I do. I wrote it at the Iron Horse, I think, during the Vienna Teng concert. And then forgot all about it.
Some of it is rather good.
Good thing I had the sense to scribble it down.