People,

As any true rockstar would, I went to bed at 10:30 and 11 PM respectively on my two weekend nights. I also read a book, took a couple walks, played wiffledball and took a bath. Now, before you start thinking of me as some nouveau riche man about the manner, a man who lives a ridiculous life a liesure, I will say in my defense this is the first weekend I haven't had to make insane drives to insane gigs for over two months. My newfound freedom was like a drink of water in the desert....for a while.

On Sunday, after a day of having no restrictions on my time, I went a little cuckoo and found myself missing the band. These three people drive me absolutely frigging crazy, but I started wishing we had a nine hour drive to a dive in Baltimore to play for two people. The rock and roll works in mysterious ways, people.

Eventually the feeling passed and I ended up passing out in front of the Red Sox game. Then I ate a sandwich. It was a good day.