I don't mean touched like kookoo touched, I mean touched like, 'Aw, Jenna asked if Ronckytonk is okay, like she's worried,' touched.
Jenna. I'm not totally sure you are who I think, but if it IS the Jenna I met in Tucson, with whom I WORE FLAMINGO HATS ALL OVER THE CITY, the Jenna with the silly last name that sounds like the one Ali and I made up in high school - Schumacherishkenschoolblefroggenhaagendazsendaggen - which is to say overly German, then Jenna I want to say thanks for asking.
I'm okay. I'm f'in fantastic. If I could do a cartwheel right now to prove it I would, but I'm on a tour bus. And while this bus has a front lounge spacious enough in which to throw a righteous new year's eve dance party, I don't think it's necessarily cartwheel-friendly.