Job interviews to be processed, friends to get back to town, long weekends to be had, consciousness to be regained, sleep to be had, emails to be replied to, rants to finish. You know, it'll be real nice to get this hoax crap out of the way so I can just worry about writing my songs and doing my thing on stage, where I'll feel a lot better about performing for real people, who I can see and talk to and become friends with and shake hands with and stuff. You know, be human. Next Friday'll be the first time that the band has played out in over a month, and I really can't wait to rehearse this weekend. I wanna hear how good the band sounds.
Life is trouble.
Death, not so much. To live is to undo your belt and go look for trouble. I think we've all found plenty of life this week. Or it's found us. Either way, may it always be so.