I Know It's Only Rock n' Roll, But I Like It

Sure, work sucks. My debt is too high. My pets are getting old. And I can't seem to keep my plants alive. But inside there's a little voice saying one word over and over again, like a mantra: tour. In just two weeks, we'll take off 3 weekends in a row to play out of town, then a weekend home, then a 9-day tour of the southeast. I think the weather should be fairly good at the end of April, aside from rain. Temperatures should be just right for playing with my cousin's water toys down near ATL at the lake he lives on. There will likely be a night or two of camping, communing with nature after shows, and I imagine I will feel more like me and less like a robot following a system of commands. The best part of what will surely be a much needed, spiritually uplifting experience is being able to share it all with my p.i.c. I feel like a grade A ball of mozzarella telling you, but the truth is, it's just.fucking.awesome.