This weekend I got to do the best performance in the world. It didn't include bright lights or microphones or amplifiers. There wasn't even a stage. There were no big crowds, no paycheck at the end, nothing like that, but it was by far the greatest performance I have ever done ( Read more... )

I made it here just fine. Flights were both fine, aside from some bratty kids on flight 2. Ugh, some children have no manners (and these kids were probably 16-20)  but oh well. Got my guitar and my bag and Uncle Dan got me. Got to his house; Aunt Kat was up so we hung out in their garage-converted game room. This place had TONS of cool stuff. PS3, ( Read more... )

So I'm here. And I'm sick. Yes, doctors are definitely morons, because now I have a head cold and I'm hacking up my lungs. It feels exactly like the black plague that I got from Estrella. And my chest hurts like whoa from coughing up so much junk. I can't even sleep through the night because I wake up unable to breathe. But I'm just kind of whining ( Read more... )