Called in sick. Don't even care.
And now i ramble:About halfway through our set i just got pissed off at the world. No reason, really. Sure, i would have liked to have seen more people there (i guess that guestlist wasn't really needed after all). And we were bit sloppy but we're always sloppy and people i didn't know came up to me afterwards and said we were good. maybe i wasn't drunk enough by then. Maybe i've been drinking too much. Maybe it's because i'm up for a promotion at work that i don't really want because i figure that it means that it will be it.i'll just be mr. canadian tire hardware "supervisor". Am i wrong for being slightly, i don't know, concerned about that? And i don't even want to look at my bank account because then i'd know the insane amount of money i blew.Maybe i should, i donno, buy groceries or something.

But jon played a great set, and i played drums while sean played guitar which was so much fun. And the downstairs brutilization was right on! not to mention the traditional spincycle tiquila shots. So, all and all, a good time was had. And christian and melissa: thanks for coming to see us.

i just got stuff on my mind, that's all.
(like why the heck did dale pour beer on my crouch??)