The gig at Club Xanth was kind of pointless. We only got to play for a half hour and our people had to pay eight (8) whole dawllers to see us. Knowing our few bastard unloyal fans we'll be lucky if anybody shows up at our next show. We didn't have much of a chance to expand our fanbase either: when each band set up their friends came in, watched them play, clapped, and then left as soon as the band stopped playing. All this on a Friday night... I'm just glad for the friends who did come to our show. I am eternally grateful to all (yes even you Dominic) and if any of you would like me to put your picture up on the website, I will.

About a week and a half ago I realized that the one great goal of my life is to make something of myself in a relationship. All else comes naturally for me, all else comes easily. In all other things the next step is always there, right in front of me. Only after privately and pathetically fiending for every woman I saw, after masturbating four (4) times a day to bad pornography, only after weeks of melancholic despair did it finally dawn on me that my heart was broken by my break-up with Annavelle.

Thank goodness she didn't stop loving me.