I hate it when a song that's writing itself in my head keeps me up all night. Half the reason i get plastered is so i just pass out when i get home and not have my brain keep me up thinking about stuff that's useless to think about. But tonite i think i managed to drink myself sober. And if i don't get any sleep i'll be useless at the show tomorrow.
And have a good flight back to atlanta, bryce.
And happy birthday Siobhan (the look on her face...priceless!)