Tuesday of last week was a mess.
I drank to the limit and insulted some people.
Hopefully I can control myself today.
Wednesday was awesome practice.
We wrote a song about Cerebus the Aardvark.
I have to say it's one of my favorites yet.
It's right easy to remember, I think I have it almost memorized.
Thursday the boys played a show at Gus'.
Dan totally caved and drank his face off.
Eight days of sobriety is pretty impressive.
Well, sort of.
The show was fun, Something Delicious from Moncton played.
They're interesting to say the least.
After the show we all went to HQ.
Tony got right upset with me, but he was just being hammered.
I went over to the neighbors wrapped in a blanket to hang out.
Those 2 boys are pretty funny, I think they were making fun of me.
Gary had Naomi, Neal and Dan over some stir-fry on Friday.
I showed Dan a bunch of my high school pictures.
Friday I got right pissed at some people playing pool.
It's just not fair to sit there with balls racked up and not play for 45 minutes.
Or to line up like 4 sets of quarters and not even be playing.
Especially in a place like Charlie's, I was so pissed.
The next morning it was epic breakfast time.
French toast was agreed upon and a grocery list written.
These elaborate breakfasts really are something.
Lots of planning and intense eating.
I spent the whole day at HQ getting stoned and reading.
I decided to go home and watch Brazil.
Gary, Christoph and Dan decided to watch the movie too.
I was exhausted and fell asleep but I do remember thinking the movie was good.
Those silver flying suits are something else.
The next day I went to Joe's and got more breakfast items.
I made omeletes and savory potatoes for us.
Laundry pool was again in full effect.
I lost all 4 games, congrats on the reigning champion.
Best 2 out of 3... wait I meant 3 out of 5.. wait no, 4 out of 7.
Some really interesting conversation to be had during this tournament.
Berny was playing Robert Johnson covers by Eric Clapton all day.
I spent some time at HQ, drinking and doing the usual.
November 11th marked 12 years since Sophia died.
I did a little crying, did a lot of drinking, lots of other drugs.
Some old Remembrance Day.
Mark's birthday was on the 12th, so he was having a little soiree at his place.
That was exciting, I miss hanging out with my other cool cats.
I watched the Birds with Gary on Monday morning.
We headed over to HQ and I got myself some afternoon delight.
Off to work wear some gangsta called me BIG MAMA and told me 'I might as well just put those right in his face, just prop them up on the counter"
WHAT.
I hung out with Jen after that.
Dan was being lame and went to sleep.
Everyone else headed to R4$s.
We cooked hash and talked about girly girl awesome shit.
SUCKERS.