Hello sirs. The birds are chirping and for some reason my wife and I are still up. Actually, we were heading to bed but she was messing with the drum set we got her for her birthday.

She's learning drums so we can form whatever band we want, it's going to be killer (I hope). My dreams of having a drum and distorted bass doom combo are getting closer. Had the cops called on us tonight because we were testing the new snare and I guess the neighbor thought it sounded like gunshots. Mwahahaha.
Going to start playing again here soon. I think we have this wound packing in my belly down. The only thing that sucks is when the tape gives out and I have nasty bloody gauze squares falling out of me. Working on that one. Would be nice to get back to work and get some paychecks again too. Short term disability should be coming but that takes time.
Coming close to death should have been some kind of awakening. I really don't know what to make of it. If I waited a few more days I would have probably have been done for. Time to write some music about it I guess.