Booze, Bands, and getting sick

Well now. Where to begin? I guess I should start with last week. Last Friday the band and I headed to San Jose to record our 2nd set of tracks and our first with Kendra. We spent three days recording drums, guitars, bass, and vocals and just hanging out in the studio and shooting the shit when we weren't working. Sunday we wrapped up with the promise of finished tracks within the week.

On Monday I had to leave musicland and go back to the real world. Work was looming over my head and I wasn't looking forward to it. Ultimately though, things were alright. I finished the last of my computer training (so I thought anyway) and when I went down to the floor I felt a little better about it. So that was cool.

Wednesday I had work, then band rehearsal, and then I hung out with folks for a Cinco De Mayo party. There were margaritas involved. I got really drunk.

Thursday I woke up with a hangover and I still had class and then plans to jam with Matt and Max (RUN AMOK). I pulled myself out of bed and was able to do all of it, but may have over exerted myself at the jam.

Friday (yesterday) was the final round of the Gorilla Productions Battle of the Bands at DNA Lounge. I woke up achy and with a sore throat. Still, I got to the studio, we loaded up, and we got to DNA. We got all set up, I took a nap in Jim's truck, and we went on at around 9:15. The audience seemed to like us, and we rocked pretty hard, but when I got off the stage, I crashed big time. I had used up pretty much everything I had on stage. Now I was all achy again and we still had a few hours to go before the judging. Ultimately, we came in 4th place.

After the judging I got a ride back to the studio where my car was waiting. Sarah came with me on the drive home, and I tried to sleep as soon as I got in. See, I had work today at 6am. I was feeling really sick, so I knew I wasn't going to make it, but I still had to call in to let my boss know. This happened at 5am. Until then I tried to sleep. I thought I'd just fall in bed and lose consciousness, but I actually couldn't fall asleep from 12:45 when I got home all the way to 5 when I had to call. I finally slept for a bit after that, but I was kind of a mess.

Now I'm getting a bit stir-crazy from just sitting in my apartment all day.

averaging suck

Today sucked. If you took everything that happened today, everything I did and added it all up, it would equal suckage. You see, I didn't do anything today. ok, that's not entirely true. One could argue that making hash browns and eggs for breakfast at 1pm and drinking the last Red Stripe with it was a good thing. But that's just it. I woke up at around noon, ate breakfast, drank my last beer, and afterward? Nothing. And not even a "I'm taking the day off to just veg" nothing. I mean sitting slack-jawed in front of the computer hitting the same three or four bookmarks over and over hoping to find something new that will catch my attention kind of nothing. I was bored all freaking day. I finally got out and bought dinner at the mall. Standard Sorobol fare. I came back and was bored all over again.

It's more than just being bored. It's also the fact that I didn't even try to do anything today, when I know I needed to get out and do something. Oh well. There's always tomorrow.