*WHACK*

[fatrockstar]

The show at The Central wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I was tired and didn't do as much dancing around as I did at Merchants Cafe. I also whacked myself in the mouth with my microphone trying to take it off the stand. FUCK. My front tooth went numb and I worried about it for the rest of the set, dragging my tongue over the rough spot where it left a tiny chip. Ugh. I guess that's what you'd call a "battle scar."

We did okay even though we were all really tired. Any mistakes we made were easily corrected. One of my developers from Big G came to see us! I was so surprised and happy to see him. He introduced me to his roommate as I was climbing up on the stage, and I didn't get a chance to say much more than hello. Once we were all up there the sound guy blocked the stairs and I wasn't about to try and jump it in my Steve Madden platform heels.

I got home late and Garret was still up. The cold he caught is kicking his ass. He's being a little bitch about it, too. That's what happens when you can't take most OTC cold medicines and you can't sleep. I tried to ask him what he had for dinner and he bit my head off.

Monday should be fun. I'm going to be flying at half-throttle most of the day.