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i think i found my calling...

where is this going and what does it all mean?

i found a drunken entry in my actual physical journal. it was funny.

last night's show... was there... not much fun really, the cove was so cold that i could barely move my hands enough to play my bass. fuck that. i love the cold, but that was just ridiculous. wyl got trashed. i got well lit. for some reason the bartenders kept giving me free drinks even though they all know i'm with wyl. i guess my notorious large tips finally worked in my favour. wyl was... just fucking wild... it was strange, i haven't seen that since highschool. it was entertaining when he launched a beer bottle at a certain unnamable person's head and actually connected. so cool.

i pretty much just stayed by myself for the most part while wyl ran about beating the crap out of random people. i kept trying to warn people to stay out of his way... at one point it was just ridiculous, but everyone has to let loose once in a while, especially someone who deals with my psychosis 24/7.

the last 2 plaguefetish shows were just shit. it hasn't been fun at all really.

i sent out doggy daddy's christmas presents today. i can't wait for feedback...

the power went out for a good hour today. i thought vince had forgotten to pay the bill. just as you were able to see your breath in my bedroom the electric kicked back on so my space heater started back up. the room is still quite chilly though.

i'm going to go get some sleep before i have to go to work, plus there's a sleeping wyl in bed just asking for some cuddles. i could use some cudles myself.

my brain feels like it's turned to mush. pills aren't always a good idea...