I had a dream last night that I was playing on
various drumkits, but they weren't set up in the way I was expecting and the
skins were slack on them. Also, every time I went to have a go my uncle (the
annoying drunk one) kept jumping the queue and playing them before me. He (my
uncle) kept getting my age wrong too, he kept saying I was 13, in the end I
chucked a cup of hot chocolate at him and told him not to speak to me until he
remembered how old I was.
Then, to top it all off, I found the
drumkit...the set up looked perfect...it sounded excellent, I waited patiently
for Stevie Wonder to finish playing them, and was about to sit on the stool and
go for it when...BEEEP BEEP BEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEP
Fucking alarm clock!
(Food eaten: Last night ate: warmed up bolognaise (no pasta) and 10 liquorice allsorts)
(Food eaten: Last night ate: warmed up bolognaise (no pasta) and 10 liquorice allsorts)
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