Incalculable.
2-3 hours of sleep since Wednesday. Drinking every night from Wednesday to Saturday. Played an insane gig on Saturday night that resulted in a boost in CD sales. Drastically injured my knees on Saturday/Sunday Morning due to drinking. Went to see our friends and supporters Antiht off at the airport on Monday. Had an insane/extensive tattoo session from 9pm on Monday night to 5am on Tuesday. My tattoo artist told me that it was insane that I held myself down for 8-9 hours for a 3/4 sleeve. Took a cab back. Bloodloss. Hungry. I feel like I'm on the road to self-destruction sometimes. Fuck it, I'm alive.