Bags under my eyes. fuzzballs still attached to my face at work. Lack of energy or motivation.
Every morning I go through a routine in my head of waking up and slowly realizing that the memories that I have were just dreams. That's the only way that I know that I slept that night. I can only wonder why i've been so tired. I should quit drinking. I should quit thinking. I should quit feeling.
Wow wow now you're too far. I'd just stick with the quit drinking bit.
Tonight we will play at the Ginger Man. I've just been told that we have an hour set. This means I can pull out some sentimental favorites to promote my sweating that I do from my make-believe-emotional pores. After all-- papa always said that if you don't sweat once a day, you're not working hard enough.
Here is a tentative idea for the set list tonight:
1. Shout!
2. Make me high
3. Magic Things
4. I know
5. Ohm
6. Favorite Stuff/Strawberry Jam
7. Suzy Anna
8. A Song to Die to
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