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band practice today. it started perfectly, we got the new song packed then we went to taco bell. we came back jon jon left and then it all went to hell in a hand basket. i played horribly. i feel like i should slit my wrist. fucking-a i feel like shit. i'm going to go eat macaroni and cheese and then i'm going to play like there is no tomarrow until i feel super comfortable with this shit. and do you know what's fucked up? the song i kept fucking up on is one we've had for a long time there was no call for that shit of me messing up. whatever. later.