Work. Band practice. Work. We're playing a show in Knoxville Saturday night. Work. My dad and I are installing that AC unit in the shed Sunday afternoon. School starts on Monday. Work. School. Work. Bike riding. Beard growing. Little or no sleep. Taking notes. Being studious. Work.

My review is in an envelope under other paperwork on the desk in the office at work in Tennessee/America on Earth (and other prepositional phrases describing ever-expansive locations to wrap your brain around), and I'm incredibly tempted to open it so I can read 'habitually late on morning shifts' or whatever nasty things that were said about little ol' me.

Hey Davis, I hate to do this via livejournal at 3 in the morning (when I should be sleeping before work), but I think that show on the 2nd is going to have to be postponed for a bit. Lately, we can't even have band practice without the cops showing up, and I'd hate for everything to get shut down before it even got started. My PA has been giving me a lot of trouble, anyhow. If we notice less trouble from the cops, we can reschedule it asap if that's ok with you guys.

My first real show Saturday. Take that, New Year's Resolutions.