but, it's going to rain tomorrow.

ugh.

they're all really, really bad, though. at least what's left. they all sound like they couldn't figure out what speed their older brother's cool records were supposed to play at, or something. or maybe grew up listening to their parents trying to jam on fentanyl.

and they're done at like 3:00. then, what?

no, i'm holding out for tomorrow. let's hope it clears up.