So, I screwed over the Hold rather than the Dean Malenkos. They're almost done. It'll be good. I didn't want to screw them over again, and our practice was sketchy. It's been rescheduled for Saturday afternoon, while I'm at work. Come visit me if the zine fair brings you downtown.

I was nervous to be in an "actual" studio. I mean, I was nervous enough when we recorded. It was my first time, other than a few Briefs attempts. But the Briefs attempts were in my bedroom and in a jam spot. Nervousness aside, I was pretty comfortable around J. He had a casual atmosphere, and had also recorded the Briefs. And, I spent some time hanging out with El Torpedo in the Mullet (or whatever's it may be called if no longer called the mullet), but that's just hanging out. Now, I was in a room, with headphones and someone talking to me through them. But it was easy. I just had to scream a couple times.

A cab took me straight to the bar. I was at the Attic way too early, but we didn't plan on staying long. I was considering leaving, when some pals showed up, so I had a few more beer. We tried to go to the Palace, but one of the girls was too drunk. TOO DRUNK FOR THE PALACE???!!! I'm confused. So, I'll have to check it out for the first time some other time.

I don't remember tearing a poster down on the way home (before the show, how rude), but there is one in my living room and it is nice.

I think I should get my head checked. I have this weird bruise feeling in my left temple. I haven't bruised it, and it comes and goes. I hope it's not a tumour.