One down, three to go. The show went pretty good….no real glaring errors, save for Wes nearly tripping at the beginning of a song (in which he had the first line). Songs went ok. As for me, I didn’t hose to many things…crowd laughed when they should have, and I didn’t frack my lines noticably. I do hear the same thing from people. When I’m doing my solo, people think I’m going to die. You see, when I get stressed, or move at all, I tend to sweat…….A LOT. In that people can see the beads forming on my face and stuff flying off my arms. Not to worry, as there’s plenty of water holding all this fat together. And with all the adrenaline I’m secreting (or epinephrine, if you’re not English), that fat’s getting burned anyway. Now only two left, and my nights return.

Also, for people that were there. Kati showed up (and is coming to the other two…I think she’s stalking me). Sarah, one of my students from Elements came, which was cool. Also, the Chair of Biomedical Sciences (Vet. Physiology folk) was there as well……didn’t expect that. And the rest of the usual folk. I wish that Mom and Pop would be able to make it down, but they have Chirstmas Party IV to go to (Fagen is getting utterly out of hand…they’ve got offices everywhere…but going to these things is the luxery of being a VP).

Right…so what in the hell was I going to say….mmm……so, need new roommates soon. Girls are heading out, and I don’t want to move (I like the garage). Uh…damn…I’m actually writing, and now I don’t know what to say….frack me. Bah, I’m going to bed…

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