Good Morning Good Morning aye

Woke up half an hour ago, dad came and told me he was leaving. Great.

Of course, I was in pain, still am, but it's better by now.

I had some painkillers and yeah, it'll be great in a while.

I don't know what to do today, I mean. I can't do anything. I'm still swollen. Sad face.

I'm hoping to be able to do a recording on Saturday, we're recording "Grown-up Christmas List".

And they want me to be there, I played when we played it on concert.

I hope hope hope.

And, on Saturday night, Maria is having her birthday dinner, I wanna go there as well. But if I look alright I may go there, and just eat before, if I can't eat real food. I hope that I'll be able to though. I hate this