I've been sleeping terribly the last few days. It's starting to get to me.
I played ultimate eighty percent of the past workweek. It was starting to get to me but I ran good strikes and laid out on D.
My father told me he liked my guitar playing. He said it reminded him of someone he listens to. It got to me a little.
But then he and my brother ate all the shish kababs. I was a little irked, but filled myself up with pita and hummous.