Fri May, 02 2008
Murder
Good Christ. I am just ridiculously sick & tired. This house ought to be a hospital. Just now walked in from The Coots' gig at The Haunt. Have you ever given some terribly exhausting endeavor more than you have?
I just ain't got good sense. I am a fool for a loud guitar.
I'll pore over audio and video tomorrow, maybe, and see if there is anything worth shoveling out over the weekend.
I've dropped two Advil on general principles, and I'm going to go fall down now.




