I woke up at 6am, no alarm. No problem. There was a show at the house I’m staying at last night. I got to see a pal of mine I haven’t seen in a while and some sick bands and other friends.
No smoking, 14 days! Yessss. (All I want to do is chain smoke and chug the fuck out of some coffee)
Someone pointed out to me that I’m tough af for quitting coffee, smoking and going totally sober all at the same time. I’d like to agree with them. This shit is hard. It’s real. It’s real hard.
I’m playing a solo show for the first time in years tonight. I’m tripping hard about gender lately. My period snuck up on me and surprised me 6 days early like a shitty house guest.
I’m a beautiful crisis.