Ugh.  I tried.  I got up at whatever time in the morning and I went for a walk.  It fucking sucked.  It’s not how I remember it.  It was brutal and mostly uphill and I barely made it home in time before I shit myself.

Now Iim sitting here drinking Baileys and coffee.  I suck.

My band”s jamming tonight and I don’t even care.  Not even a little.  I just anticipate things not going as swimmingly as I would like them too, so I’m sour.

We were asked to open for Dwarves and The Exploited.  I’ve ayed Dwarves but nayed The Exploited.  We’re not a good choice to open for The Exploited and I will die before I hop on a bill just because there will be a lot of people there.  That’s bullshit.  I’m not interested in pissing off 500 people who want to see The Exploited.

Who knows if I’ll even live long enough to see it?

When my creativity dies, I die with it.  Then I’ll live forever.

Death isn’t the end, it’s only the end of the hardest part.