Panic.

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The evil Hell-Cats broke James Brown. Or, his hair. Just half of it. But still, it was a sculpture of James Brown that David made, and those damned cats from hell knocked it over. Along with the dinosaur attacking Wagner's bust and a picture of my friends and reeds and my saxophone necklace and argh. "A piece of my heart is 600 miles away," the ridiculously cheesy part of Anna longed to write in her blog. So she wrote it. And felt stupid. But oh well. I miss that crazy kid. 36 days until he's back. I have a wedding gig today that I am very nervous about. I don't want to mess up. Haha, it was so awkward when I was standing BETWEEN the bride and the groom when the pastor all had us hold hands for a prayer. I was standing between the two people getting married, and I'm not even a part of the family, and it was awkward, but now its funny, but they are nice people and she hugged me and wasn't mad when I called her last night during the bridal shower. I am socially inept! Hurray! I have to play two songs I've never played before for the important parts of the wedding. ARGGHHHHH. PANICKING! Well, it will be over in less than 5 hours. But then I have to play at the Coffee Co, and I'm afraid that I've caused people to not come back because I am a terrible saxophonist and I play the same thing every weekend because I can't improvise and everyone hates me and I don't have my bassist (the dear bassist I love) and I am going crazy.
I am awkward! I am socially inept!
I can't wait until tomorrow. I will get stuff done. I will stop being such a whiny person. "Its a new day!" I love James Brown. Why is Tennessee so far away? Stupid geography.