What a day.

When you are hitting on me in a bar and asking me to come see your show the next day. When I say I can't go because I work late, the correct response would be something like,

"Oh, where do you work?"

And not,

"Are you a stripper or something?"

Just FYI

So, yesterday started with having to recover my computer. To factory settings. Erasing everything that I wasn't smart enough to back up on to my external hard drive.

ALL THAT ARTWORK I DIDN'T POST. OH GOD. OH GOD. OH GOD.