I'm beat. Too many shows. Too much booze. Too many late nights. Too much juice. It's finally caught up with me I think. I'm going to be early tonight for the first time in like a month. Thankfully, there's no shows until Friday. I'm bitchy and irritable, and that freakin' undercurrent is still letting me know it hasn't left just yet. I'm motivated tonight to play some guitar ... so why am I sitting here? I know,
however, that as soon as I get off here, I'm off to bed. I'll probably be dreaming about whether or not it's me burning the candle at both ends that's making me feel this way or the karma coming around to exact some retribution
upon my soul for being such an asshole to some of the people I care about. I think it will all end up as a combination of the two factors, but for now I'm off to bed. Perhaps this time I'll dream something and remember it with fondness instead of dread.
