I feel like I’m having a bad weekend even though everything is going well. My sleep hasn’t been good and I’m head to toe aches and pains, but that’s not it. I just have this sense of impending doom and I can’t shake it. There’s no reason for it, but it’s there. What the hell, brain?
We have band practice tonight. I just spent an hour practicing. It’s going to be bad. That isn’t just a feeling, it’s a judgement based on the last hour. I’m going to suck tonight.
I hate 80’s glam metal with the fury of a thousand exploding stars. Just sayin’.
Inside the Red Head's Head 