Shut Up, Jim

Luke: “The owner at Gosport really loved us. He’s already asked for three more dates to fin­ish up the rest of the year.”

Justin: “Wow, that’s cool.”

Luke: “Yeah, we played there before, but, last night he really loved us. He was like ‘What did you guys change this time?’ and I said ‘Well, we have a dif­fer­ent bass player.’”

Justin: [Try­ing to hide the fact that ego expanded slightly] “Heh. Cool. I’m glad we impressed him.”

Jim: “But Luke, we didn’t have a bass player at the last gig. We played as a two-piece”

Justin: [ego deflates slightly] “So you’re say­ing I’m bet­ter than nothing?”

Jim: “Well, I didn’t mean it that way!”

Justin [ego returns to orig­i­nal size] *sigh*


I Promise This Will Be My Last Self-Help Post For Awhile

I had one of my first nor­mal gigs (i.e. not an open mic) in awhile last night. I didn’t do fan­tas­tic and it was entirely my own fault. I didn’t pre­pare as I nor­mally would. I prac­ticed the setlist half-heartedly. I didn’t make the charts I would nor­mally have made. I really slacked off and I


A Resolution

I am fat again. At one point I was down to 224lbs and now I am float­ing in the 245lb range closer to 250lbs. When I was feel­ing shitty with anx­i­ety, exer­cise and diet­ing was a way to exert con­trol over my life. Now that the anx­i­ety is sup­pressed by med­ica­tion, I think noth­ing of the


Canoe

Went up to James River State Park with Kim and her cousins this week­end. We row-row-rowed out boat for 6 miles and I loved it. I could make a reg­u­lar thing out of it.