Plowing

So everyone has off nights. Tonight was one of those for me. I'm not sure what happened, but I wasn't feeling into it. That's not an excuse, so I went out anyways. I had a good group of wings with me.

I opened set after set, and blew out of most of them. That's ok. This shit makes you better. Hopefully an "off night" in a few months will be on the level of my shining nimbus right now.

I'm too tired to think, so I'm going to bed. Goodnight moon.