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I'm quite tired. Woke up hungover, went to Free Radicals and bought pasties and opera gloves. Then went to rehearsal where I royally fucked up my solo. I don't know why I got so nervous. After rehearsal, I went to Marky's birthday show that Cat put on. A lot more people should have been there. Stupid kids. Of course the routine Frontier trip was made after the ska show where we were actually told by a security guard to stop dancing. I was waiting for Kevin Bacon to slide through the doors and kick off his Sunday shoes. Matt, lead singer for Third Grade Scuffle, asked the pretend policeman if he was a Baptist. I love out of state bands.

My throat hurts. I hope I'm not getting sick.

Are Butterflies meeting tomorrow? And if so, what time?

P.S. You're a slut.