Rough gig tonight. The Soap Box treated us well, but our instruments did not. I broke two strings at inconvenient moments, moments where I simply couldn’t play it off. The people that came out to see us really Loved us, our worst nights are still pretty good, but I felt awful by the end of the night. Losing strings like that throws me, and when I get thrown I start losing lyrics, and I get uncomfortable, and I talk too much.
Sigh – so, rough night. It was made bearable by coming home to Deanne’s leftover curry – which was perfect and a Lovely burn after the embarassment of the gig. However, for dessert, I made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I craved it, I needed it, I made it. I used the last of the peanut butter, which I should look into replacing on tomorrow – but I didn’t notice that the bread crust was mouldy until AFTER I’d done all the smearing. Damn damn damn damn.Stupid end to a stupid day. Well – the WHOLE day wasn’t stupid… I haven’t told you about the lizard.
Maybe later.
