20 September 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

I was given a small bag of schwag by Travis and smoked it and then jammed on the guitar and Wurlitzer with Mr. Thermometer.  For some reason I was utterly knackered and terrified by the project.

In the afternoon I drank too much at happy hour.  Then Melinda joined us, and we went back to Mr. Thermometer's place.  By the end of the evening I was falling over in my chair.