good show last weekend--the fuckers didn't show. i still think that no one wants to see a band play more than an hour in a bar.



jessica is coming to visit tonight. this is very strange, but i'm still excited.



i hung out with ross and luella last night. we walked down by the river and weren't harassed by denver's finest. so much for me making sure that they don't live on pizza beer and ice cream while the chas is out of the country.



at practice i booted up the new rig--louder is so much better. 800 watts into 1011.08 square inches (actually, 400 into 785 and 400 into 226.08--maybe watts/inch is something interesting) is fucking loud. i can finally feel my intestines moving from the spl! This is what it's all about. heller didn't show for practice. fucking guitar players--i ought to stab him with my finger.



another show this weekend. jeff made some super-cool zombie flyers. i need to scan that shit. it ought to be fun. looks like the set is going to rock even less than our protest set from last week.



work is making me crazy. i want the weekend to be here. i am addicted to rock (cocaine).