I make my own bad luck.
I quit drinking Dr Pepper,
and immediately regretted it.
Imagine my standard shop antics,
but with less joking when I'm poking fun.
Irritability has been turned to eleven, for sure.
I celebrated my first day of Dr Pepper Independence by going to a Dark Dark Dark show.
Meryl and I met up with Camden at the Bedlam,
and we got a weird spot behind the drum set.
Drum set?!?!
Yup.
If you didn't go,
or got turned away at the door for being Kyle Mack,
then you missed out on some serious lineup changes.
And guess what?
It was so dope.
I felt a lot better during the show,
but once it was over, I still couldn't have a soda.
It's officially my weekend.
I've been working or traveling every day since Mr Albie Rock got married.
(and I'm beat)
Tonight I'll be dreaming of high fructose corn syrup and carbonation.
Withdrawal is a bitch.
