I should be puking my guts up

[aforeigntongue]

Friday:  Reservoir Dogwoods and open mic night.  Andy pulled a longer set than I did, but I received more applause.  Then again, maybe it was just the fact that I was shaking so hard in borrowed clothes that a few hands went out in pity.  At least there was something waiting afterward to steady my nerves.

Saturday:  Too much... WAY too much.  Three beers, awake for a grand total of six hours.

I swear I was going to write today for the next session, but I just got the lazy Sundays.  Fuck this, I'm going to exercise a little.