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Well the Friday's show at Big Belly�s in Appleton was cool. I think? I don�t really recall exactly what happened. I know I was there and I know I sang, but other then that it just seems like a blur. There wasn�t a big crowd but every one there wanted to be there and stayed to the very end. I couldn�t finish the last set due to major nausea and delirium, but, hey, that�s what toilets are for.

WARNING: Female vocalist will now become mushy. NOT recommended for the faint of heart. This band has become such a big part of my life. All of them are so special to me. One girl could never be so lucky to have as many, way cool big brothers as I do. Ok, I�m done. Find Kleenex and blow your fucking nose.

The love of my life spent the day nursing me to health and forcing tomato soup down my throat. I never noticed how much tomato soup looks like puke until today. I don�t think I will ever be able to eat it ever again, for the rest of my life. I got to see him play in his band on Thursday. He was so adorable with his new bass, trying to sing into a microphone a foot away from his face. What can I say, I married a short man. Which by the way has nothing to do with his anatomy. Am I rambling again? I probably should keep away from certain subjects. BJ and Smurf came out too. I discovered that BJ has the potential of being a man whore, and Smurf...well lets just say, we should use our band money and buy him some toys from the adult bookstore.

Sunday night will be spent at Maloney�s Pub. That place is always a good time. Rhuanda might be there. I hope so. I know I�ll be really cranky come Monday morning.