I woke up one morning and had some coffee.
My stomach hurt.
I hate it when my stomach hurts.
I threw up some eggs and ice cream that I had for breakfast and drove down to the rehearsal space. It's in a decrepit part of town in some bricked back alley that not even the homeless care about... I love it. I get inside and drink some more coffee... this time it's cold.
I threw up again.
I hate cold coffee.
I hooked up a ten year old, piece of shit, radioshack mic into my guitar pedal board and another mic inside the old beat...