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So an interesting past day and a half. Last night when I had originally planned to come home from work, clean, and then go to sleep, I ended up hanging out with the fellas and then when I got in at 10:30 I planned on going to bed when Jeanette called. I was surprised to say the least, haven't seen/talked to her in forever. Turns out she's at the assholes apartment and he messed her up pretty bad, put her in a bad way and then left. So I went to go pick her up. Tired as fuck? Yes I was. All the way to god damned Tampa. But she needed help, what else was I going to do? 'No bitch, find someone else to help you.' It was good to see her again. I got home at 1, woke up at 5 and went to work. Work was actually ok, although I wish my fucking chamber weren't gay. After work went to practice. It fucking sucked. No noe was into it, there were mistakes, and screwing around to the point where we couldn't get through a song. The guys seriously got into a fight about whether or not we should do this one thing at a show or not. What the fuck? They were screaming at each other, it was ridiculous. I was so pissed, so I left and came home and cleaned. It made me think that I really shouldn't get my hopes up on this. They really let down my hopes on this band making it as well. You can't make a career out of making music if you're going to scream at each other over something dumb like that. I almost considered quitting. I don't know, I came home, cleaned the fuck out of this house and now here I am, I was gonig to sleep until the show at the Beanery tonight, but the guys are already there, so I'm just going to head up there. The band that's playing is a band that's playing against us in the champions of rock tour, I'm really anxious to see what they sound like. Well I guess I better head out there, the boys be waiting on my hot ass. I miss you, but it's better that what you wanted came out. I'll be okay. Love you all.