I was a finalist in some writing thing, with like, words and stuff.

I didn't win. Which was outrageous, because my words were more worthy and contagious than anything else anyone one else had on any of their stupid pages.

:)

The family went with me to the awards, which was cool. D-Missus was disappointed I didn’t win.
I wasn’t.

I got up and read ... reed? What a dumb word. Red. I red my thing aloud. Even though I wasn't that loud.

I hate public speaking, but I forced myself to use the opportunity as some sort of experience-type thing where you learn stuff and things about life and free food.

Got a good response, for just staring at the page and doing some drunken mumbling.

The drunken part was unplanned, but the D-Man is not one to let free beer go to waste.

Figured it would be good experience if this band thing ever takes off.

Part of me secretly hopes it won’t, because then I won’t have to worry about stage fright and having to learn to play an instrument. In time.

But then the other part of me says:

Hey.
Groupies…!!!

Yeah.