hoooome, home on the raaaange

so i'm home. the gig went well, although extremely stessful. my stomach almost exploded like 10 times. first i found out at like 5 that dan couldn't come and pick me up. commence freak out. after waiting for like 3 hours rudy came and picked me up. we drove around for awhile...it felt like my nerves were spiking. i couldn't handle it. rudy decides i need to losen up and he spins out in a parking lot for my amusement. it sortof worked. maybe. so we waited around and then played the gig then i went home.

i'm thinking it is good to be home...maybe. less freedom, more comfort. thats for sure. depends on how you look at it. i just need a break from the whole collegiate lifestyle. yeah.

being on vacation is like being home sick without actually being sick. *grins*