I feel awful. Last night was great. Charlie is hands down the best drummer around, he is extremely competent. After rocking out with Wreck 'ed, we went and painted the town red. As a matter of fact we were all painted in fluorescent green, pink and yellow UV paint. I vaguely recall dancing in a bar somewhere, surrounded by fair maidens, and drinking too much. Jim's band is playing at the same venue next week, and I intend to attend the show. I'm supposed to be at a gig at the moment, playing at the Commie café, so I have to leave my little Ronulus Latrator Augustus Caesar Maximus Fleximus Dip. H.E. (Barkaeology) with Natural Canine Philosophy and Natural Canine Sciences specialisms back at the ranch. I even missed Church today. This means I'm one step closer to frying in eternal damnation, but I'm hoping Big Guy will forgive me just this once. Right, time to man up, reach down, grow a pair, and get to work. Later.
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