Stressed

I never thought I'd be stressed out about all of the concerts coming. I have almost twenty coming up in the next two months and that's extremely gluttonous and selfish for somebody without a job so obviously I won't go to all of them but still, wow. I am praying to whoever it is that I hit the lottery tonight. My father was a typical overbearing asshole last night who threw a temper tantrum at the truck stop so I spent the end of my money filling his gas tank even though he still owes me money. He has a very short term memory though of course. He talked about Devildriver and Goatwhore repeatedly as if they were his best friends in the world and he had insider information about them. It was pretty sad. He know absolutely no Motörhead songs except for "Ace of Spades" so he stood there completely lifeless for the entire night like a stump. He was obviously disappointed by the show but couldn't admit it because he's a total tool. I cannot wait for the day to get out of here. My mom is thrilled to be giving me the money just for the sake of my sanity. I emailed the people who have the house we really like and told them if it was still available in December we'd take it. I've yet to hear back from them, but I'll just wait and see. We are getting a 4 bedroom house so Kady & I can have a room, Dustan & Cynthia can have a room, a guest bedroom and then a music room. Dustan has like 12 guitars, I have three, he has a drum set and Kady has a bass so we can put together a nice room. I will in fact buy a keyboard then just to round things out nicely. Well I guess this is it for now.