Zinged

Throat is sore today. Hopefully, it's just from straining my voice last night. No other symptoms, but I'm still spooked by my 'tired' funk earlier in the week...so who knows. I get sick, I'll cope.

I thought band practice went well last night...new songs and all. It lasted a long time, but things came together. I'm glad to see that. Whether others agree with me or not, I see it as a 'maturity' in our ability to not take the easy way out and sticking to nailing music down.

Afterwards, headed to O'Charley's with Jack, Eric, and the J-mo. Food was excellent...and it's much cheaper when I'm feeding just my own face, and not Stacey and Kailyn at the same time (Stacey chose to stay home and eat an earlier dinner). Waitress was 'entertaining.' Very alkative, but heck, building bridges with people is always a good thing...

KEY PHRASES: "Kyle DID show up. I'll repent now." "I listen to every word you say." (insert evil laugh) "Is Turret's syndrome going around? I mean...is it contagious?"