Howdy. Just got home after finishing a whirlwhind three shows in three
nights extravaganza. I'm really tired, but wanted to write. The juice diet
is also sucking pretty bad right now. A Super Star with Cheese would do
nicely. But I'll be damned if I'm going to lose that bet. I currently
smell like a freakin' distillery after having booze poured all over me due
to the extremly crowded conditions tonight. Ick. Caught some eye candy
tonight, but just with the eyes. I'm behaving. I do need to stop looking
for the same thing though ... that chance is gone ... and find something
new. Hopefully it will dawn on me soon. In the meantime, my guitars sit
all lonesome in this room behind me. I wouldn't be surprised if they
turned their backs to me again. I'm sure they're jealous of the latest
obsession and would be happy to have their fretboards fingered. I wouldn't
be suprised if the guitars and computer became fast enemies. But I'm too
tired for anymore of either one of them right now. I'm off to hopefully
dream of something better than sneaking a slice of pizza.
