Can't sleep, so let's see if I can type.

The Eagles Club started out slow last night, but it got better. Somewhat. It was fun playing all the songs, but it's hard to keep playing when you're trying not to puke from laughing so hard. Jerry, the drummer and singer, can't remember the words to half the songs, and he must have got some bad drugs last night from the words he was making up. I almost puked through my nose.

Earlier this week, I stopped to have a beverage after taking my camper up to the lake to use this weekend, and got to experience first hand a chic who thought she had some paranormal power. After following her around for about ten seconds, i realized she was more nuts than beautiful. So i went home.

This weekend, i'm taking the boat, camping at the lake, and doing some fishing. And let's see, music i've been listening to lately: new Nine Inch Nails, old Porno for Pyro's, and Keith Whitley. No wonder my brain hurts. Have a great weekend.

P.S. Glad you're doing better Uncle Howard, and i hope you are doing good as well, Aunt Annabelle. Love 'yall!