Erf. Dumb night at the Iota’s open mic. So much time for bed.
The next morning leaves me strange with dreams. I’m a little anxious about the gig at Iota’s tonight – moreso than I should be. We rock, that’s what we do. I’m annoyed at myself for not remembering the dreams, and annoyed at being mazed enough to do something weird to my beard. Hrm.
