I went to Tree's last night for Lonnie Smith's birthday. Sviat (sp?) Pulipczek (sp?) showed up, who I haven't seen since junior high, so that was pretty crazy. I drank some beers and some rums and cokes and did some jello shots and had some cigars and it was good times. Now my mouth tastes like a damn cigar again.

I think we're having some family over today, which I knew nothing about until yesterday. But that doesn't make it ok for me to leave, which sucks. There'll be tasty food at least. I'm hungry.

I got about half done with lyrics for another song last night before I went to Tree's. They're my favorite lyrics so far, because they're about MUSIC and how great it is. I can't even begin to explain what music means to me, so I'm not going to try. Let's just say that music is the most important thing in my life, besides family and friends. And it even beats out some of them, really.

I also love food. Time to eat some. I gotta call Dayna the drunk too.