Actually, I don't have time to update this at all. My band celebrates our third birthday tonight. whew, the terrible two's are over. I made some vegan cupcakes but they impoded and look like volcanoes or at least juicecups. I can't pick a favorite Stevie Wonder song. We gave Yuma the puppy away because I'm a musician that likes to travel a lot and be selfish all the time. My legs feel like a toddler is following me behind me and assaulting me with their plastic wiffle bat because I'm leaving. I'm sorry that I'm leaving but please stop hurting like this. I can't stop lifting weights for 3 months and then go back and lift my max to impress myself. Oh I can do it, but then 2 days later my body is like "Fuck you, Ginger. Fuck you."