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Things are going well with my band, but part of touring is this weird anxiety for me to spend as much time with everyone I care about before I go away for a month.
Yesterday was a very Boney-tastic day. I had fun. Oyer was there, and so was fucking Sean Greenberg, who I wish I could see more of.
I've spent the last 12 hours with almost everyone important in my life. Physically I feel as close to death as I could ever imagine. On every other level I feel as alive as I maybe ever have. Regardless of how fucking insane some of them are, and how low some of them can get, I have no doubts that I've surrounded myself with all of the right people.
Hitchings is home.
This entry makes no sense. I need to fucking sleep. The Price is Right starts in just a few hours.
Yesterday was a very Boney-tastic day. I had fun. Oyer was there, and so was fucking Sean Greenberg, who I wish I could see more of.
I've spent the last 12 hours with almost everyone important in my life. Physically I feel as close to death as I could ever imagine. On every other level I feel as alive as I maybe ever have. Regardless of how fucking insane some of them are, and how low some of them can get, I have no doubts that I've surrounded myself with all of the right people.
Hitchings is home.
This entry makes no sense. I need to fucking sleep. The Price is Right starts in just a few hours.