I'm Not Much Of A Professional, But I Make One Hell Of An Amateur

We kicked ass last night.  Nailed that friggin' show down with a sledge hammer and a pair of nine inch steel spikes.  Couldn't have been happier with the way that turned out.  Given everything that has happened since then has been an absolute waste of my time, but last night's show was great. 

I don't think it matters that I suck at radio, I mean I'm only there for another month or two, but even if I was staying it just doesn't matter.  Everyone else got better as it went, which made the fact that I got worse easy to cover up.  Last week though I think Matt and I were both off, which meant that he couldn't cover for me like he had the week before.  Last week sucked.  This week was great.  Isn't that how it's supposed to go?  You learn from your mistakes then try not to make them again? 

So life tempered my otherwise good mood post-WRSU last night and resulted in an honest, although not altogether well-written entry.  It came up on Upsaid instead of here, that's just how it usually shakes out.  But I decided to write this little note here today, it just felt more appropriate.

If everyone understood me I would never have to worry about anyone hating me.  I wouldn't make anyone nervous, or afraid, or creeped out.  Not everyone would love me, hell most people still wouldn't like me, but no one would think I was anything I was not.

The Palombonian Enigma
My thoughts they wander much like my soul,
I often wonder which way they will go.
But if I knew, well then I would know,
and I wouldn't have to (Wonder/Wander)?
 
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