In which HP forgets to tip the git.

I have a shitty headache. A thoroughly bothersome and annoying one that pops up at random moments during the day, but especially just before I sleep, and when I wake up. Oh, like now.

On Thursday, thought it had been going on for long enough, ever since the ACSI friendly, so decided not to go to school, and gave the family doc a visit. Which was similarly annoying. He was rather vague with the possible thingies that could be happening, and so jus prescribed paracetamol, and took a blood test, just to check. So we await results. Gah. Which means I can't attend proper training for about a week. Ohwell, shall take the time to fix my forehand, which is screwing up and bouncing again.

And the Reptilia jam is just getting better and better, since we started putting in the rhythm git, and the next one should be fab, when we get Choon down to sing, and when The Designated Bass Player can finally make it. However, Stolen, with its shitty half-step down tuning, remains a rather piss-poor attempt.

And on my way home, I didn't have time to donate to the skillded guitar busker who sits outside the MRT every weekend night. That marks the first time I didn't in about a month. Shall donate more next week, for he's really quite pro, and apparently has quite a veritable collection of exciting-looking axes.

Finished reading Watchmen. Was provoking read. Will definitely revisitin future. No doubt the reason for talking like Rorschach. Goodnight.