I feel exceptionally lame lately. I don't know how to stop. I think I need to do something majorly unlame to prove to myself that I'm not the lamess. I'll work on that. When you separate the word lamess, you get la mess, which would also be an excellent descriptor of my mood at this moment. La MESS. I think I need sleep.
I forgot to take pictures today, but just happened to sneak a couple in at the end. We went to Gallagher's after rehearsal. Brian got a huge mountain of nachos & Michael P. was left with only a sad little plate of cheesesticks. I had the Irish Stew. I enjoy stew.
I'm going to go dream of a solution to my lameness problem. Where's my emmineffer chi, yo? Where is it?
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