Go to sleep, Jeff.

I just got back from the jam at UCI, which Ryan also came out to. It was a lot of fun. It lets me know just how much practicing I need to do.

Now I'm home, not tired, kinda hungry, contacts in, and my back hurts. If it were two in teh afternoon, then I could understand. But it's now 2:21 in the fucking morning. If I eat, I'll be up til 3. I want to watch Murderball, which I got yesterday when I was out with Barbie, but if I start it, I'll watch it to the end (runtime: 86 minutes). Who knows. Maybe I just need to take my own advice and "Go to sleep, Jeff."

1 comment:

"Mr. Rost" said...

Psst. I actually posted something! Dig the blog.