Tired.

Damn tired. I apologize, but I am so tired I could kill someone. Also, I dislike it when I work my ass off at rehearsal, have loads of energy (which is now completely depleted) but everyone else is in a fucking bad mood so apparently the rehearsal was "pathetic" even though it is so not because of me! Rarrr! Oh well...at least I get to sit on the wagon. Except there is hay in it and I trod on a bolt.
But all I gots to do is sit there.
And talk.
And get hay in my butt.
I PWNED JOEL AT TACKLE DUCK-DUCK-GOOSE!
Sleepy time.