Last night was one of those shows that you'd prefer not to think about. Unfortunately, like your five year old son plummeting to his death from a high-rise balcony, it stays with you. Essentially, I had to ask, "I'm giving up my precious sleep for this!?" It's all about the love, yo. Thanks to Mo Mozuch for having me out!
Really looking forward to sleep tonight.
A day off spent doing nothing tomorrow. Perhaps I'll make some tea and read a book or some shit.
I did a load of laundry with a pen included. It's a nice way to totally ruin seven t-shirts, four of which were a part of my "performance wardrobe." Curses!
Bad to the bone.-BK
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