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Had a show tonight. Last official show of the season, as I promoted it on my facebook. There were a myriad of potential issues (starting w/about half the band not being at the last 2-4 rehearsals) but it worked out anyway. We debuted "I Am The Walrus" without a hitch, we got great compliments...all in all a good night.

Has that stopped my stomach from doing the butterfly-nervous-cramps-of-woe? Nope. Not at all. *ponders whether the slightly off-smelling milk is safe for cereal and less-than-iron-clad-stomach*

EDIT: NOOOO! Milk made of evil. Tried a teaspoon. I'll be lucky if my stomach doesn't call it quits.