And nobody real has to see, hear, or otherwise deal with it. The only downside is, I'm afraid at some point I'll have to sit me down and tell myself I can't work with me anymore.

But that's a problem for future Flaps. In the present, we getting shit done.

Also notable, when I called it quits for the day, I called it quits HARD. whipped my sticks across the room halfway through a blown take on song 5. Stormed off cursing myself, my hand, and a cat named Cake.

Days like this I REALLY appreciate having a home studio. I can be as diva as I want.

You bastard!

Thank you.

In all seriousness, it's rad, and I'm excited to start tappin' at it!

It's a hot jam! Even Josh said so, and he hates you. He wouldn't lie.

I got scared for a minute, but then remembered I'm too dumb to correct people, so I'm safe by default! Ol' dry nuts is what they'll call me I imagine. Or piece of shit.

I get that one too sometimes.

Holy shit, how cool!

Oh I get it! Just give a holler if you get to it.

Dang right bud! Can't wait to hear those updated demos! Love you!

Ha! Yup, sometimes it really is the people you'd most suspect.

Pffft... I have a duck penis shaped like a wine bottle opener.

Checkmate.

So damn good. Gonna give it another spin or 2 at work tonight.

Oh dang! My time to shine! Got these scamps done... Oh god... Nineteen years ago?

Oh damn! Can we have a jam/grill sesh this summer?

Can we grill Josh?