Oh, it sucked so hard when my alarm went off this morning.
The gig is next Saturday, so tonight begins my self-imposed rehearsal/exile. Would like to come up with 1 brand-new tune, and finish a couple other ones that I rushed into performance last time, although it's not like anybody remembers.
I was able to get my stepbrother a tape of the October gig, so now he knows what everything sounds like (well, if he's listened to it yet, that is), which is reassuring, although I don't know why. Hopefully we'll be able to record in January, when I get back from Florida with the woman. If I don't have a heart attack on the plane, of course.
Um, yeah.
