In with the good... out with the bad.

Well, I'm feeling better about the band shit. Anger is fading. If I saw that Ben asshole I probably wouldn't kill him anymore, though I might squeeze a fart in his general direction. So that's good. Now I got to start a band that makes Alfred Sparrow look like a bunch of dildos. Or not, how bout I just do whatever is most fun, and forget it all happened. I'm gonna start with reading and getting a good night's sleep. L8erz, Ralph N8erz.