No luck again in getting anyone to join me. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.
Throat is dead today. Cannot speak. I dearly wish to speak again.
Dreary day to be a Spellling fan.
The angels! One white, one black. So cool! I should make an outfit someday!
I always think of Joe Frazier but George Foreman would be cool too.
I am still hoping not to be recognized. At least, by the wrong people, who I must remind myself, do not know they are the wrong people. Who have never acted like the wrong people in any plane of reality that exists beyond my imagination. Still, I sparingly look around. Protect me angels.
A lot of people here look like Bre. I hope they're doing okay these days.
Last year they were really struggling. I helped, and helped, and continued to help despite feeling used.
I hope they're doing okay.
I cannot speak because my throat is acting up. Okay monkey's paw, we get it.
Smoking Keyboard, Mucho Jazz.
SMUT. Strong opening.
No sleeping on them.
Say it without saying it. Remember that?
What does a Spellling fan look like? Very goth. Was that to be expected?
Got a setlist. Nothing left to prove.