It finally rained yesterday. There was a mass panic and a covering of band equipment, a mad rush to cover ensued.. Maybe it is enough. Oh, and. OF ALL THE DAYS TO PICK A FIGHT WITH ME IT HAS TO BE ON MY BIRTHDAY? YOU SHIT SWALLOWING WHOREBAG. IF I DIDN'T LOVE YOU SO DAMN MUCH I'D HAVE LEFT WAY BEFORE NOW. We don't do well together drunk, especially with tequila. Coke was involved, of course, so he did his whiny 'i'm a bitch' thing and got some too. I think. Whatever. It's so hot in this house I can't breath.