hurmh. currently contemplating wittier subject lines.

The dirty, dirty Mexican food was just that. Minus the bag of potato chips. It made me nauseous. Enchiladas verdes + Las Palmas + weakly affluent western suburb of Chicago = not so good times. I jammed with my brother tonight. No matter how amazing he gets at guitar, and he is damn good, I can, do, and will out-sing him any day. Thank God for that. Alright, more from the hospital tomorrow. pax.