So...last night, as it is every Monday night, was karaoke and the old LK was fuckin' packed. It was crazy. The crowd was pretty lively and yet, for some reason, I wasn't. I'm not sure what it was, but I think I crashed almost upon entering the building. I was in a mood and nothing would bring me out of it except singing (on stage or off) and that only lasted for as long as I projected my voice. I tried not to burden anyone else with it, but it did occasionally slip out. The drinks were necessary and the hugs were helpful. The talk, though...the talk was very helpful. Hope to continue that one next week, absolutely. I seem to be a sucker for New People lately.
Anyway, I only got two songs in, but I think they sounded good. Couldn't really hear myself. Was also surprised to see Sheldon and Derek show up. Had good catch-ups with both of 'em while waiting in the rotation. I keep telling myself I'll do an all-night (re: 3 song) Coldplay set, but I seem to keep chickening out. If I get working on Trouble, I'll make it happen, though.

Today, I wake up stuffed up. I think I'm actually sick, since my throat is sore. This is really shitty timing, since I'm making dinner for a girl I'd actually like to sort of impress. Ah well, we'll see if I can't hold it off somehow. I guess the only good news is that now that I have symptons, I'm no longer contagious. Still, this sucks.