PROZAC RAT

Our St. Valentine's show sucked ass. Wumpus rocked, but you couldn't hear us. All you could hear was a bwwwaaaaawaaawwaaawaaaa cause the venue's sound system got tweaked and it was all bass. It sucked. But the next show was significantly better. It was for a battle of the bands. There were 13 or 14 bands, and we wound up getting 4th place. I'm surprised we did that well, but who am I to judge? Well, I was asked to be a judge for it, but I felt it'd be a little unfair since I wanted Prozac Rat to be in the competition.

Let's all play a game. What's wrong with Mr. Dietr's throat. I can barely make a noise right now. It sucks. It sucks because I'm supposed to be announcing big announcer things for a production tonight. But it also sucks because Prozac Rat will be doing work this coming week, with a show a week from tomorrow. Will I be healed by then? And just what is wrong with me? Do I have Strep? Laryngitis? Gypsy Curse? Only time will tell, but that won't keep us from placing bets.