Not Too Shabby.

Last night, the BLC did the UMS set fairly well, considering that 2/3 of the band was injured. The magic of pharmaceuticals was working for us.

I actually think that we killed. The crowd was into it, but more people were probably at the HD to check out the quitter bands. Uncle Chuck was stoked on our set, and he's seen this band longer than anyone. I hope that LA works out for him--he's worked pretty damn hard at what he does.

I realized that I actually know quite a few folks, too. Once a year, everyone comes out of their hobbit hole for the UMS, and it's cool to see some people and say high.

It was a good time, even if I had to work very early this morning. The oxycodone and soma are treating me well, even if I'm not so into doing much of anything. Hopefully, this injury will subside soon.