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Lots of coffee fuels my mornings. Such as this one.

I haven't done anything today. Okay, scratch that. I did all the dishes and did my laundry too. I should never underestimate myself. I'm sitting around waiting to go to the Social D show tonight. I can NOT fucking wait. I want to have Mike Ness AND Matt Freeman's babies. At the same time. Needless to say, it would probably be a cesarian.

One of my bands left for a national tour yesterday. I really wish I could have gone with them. Three of us couldn't go, so the remaining two grabbed a friend and did the tour anyway, complete with a different moniker. So if Acts of Sedition come your way, you should go see them.

I'm really jealous of people who can pick up and leave. I'm constantly consumed by "what if" thoughts. What if I can't pay my rent while I'm gone? What if I lose my job? What if I can't find a new one? What if what if what? And I'm a packrat. I have too much shit. But it's expensive techy shit that I love and cherish.

My band has a new practice space at Soundwave. It's ginormous. It makes me happy, but it makes me sad because I need to pay rent on it but don't have the money. I don't want to have to get a second job, but it looks like I may have to. I barely have enough money right now to eat. But what else is new?

Sometimes I want my old life back. A lot.