icantplayguitar

last night i dreamt: that i was at my parents house and i had to share my room with someone they had rented it out to, and i had a gig the next morning but they were supposed to send me a mixer, but forgot, so they got the people who had it to bring it by that morning and the asshole was like "do you know how to use that little boy."
fucker
I said "this ain't my first rodeo"

anyway.

i'm tired, and we set up a production schedule for a tiny little project we are undergoing just to flex some muscles really.

I saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Benjamin Smoke, and Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room this weekend smoke on dvd.

peace