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[Feb. 18th, 2013|02:14 pm] |
It would be nice if just one week could pass without chaos. I’ve got to leave for tour in exactly two weeks so between the studio, tour details, Hawke’s panic attacks issues with shit, and everything else I’ve not been home much. When I am I’d like to have just one week with the family where we can all sit and smile at the dinner table. You don’t even have to really be happy just sit there and shut up and smile for me so I feel like I can go on tour because nothing bad is going to happen that I’m going to feel like I need to rush home for. Because I can’t just rush home. That’s not how this fucking works. Makes me glad Ali is going though. At least I know she’ll be okay and in one piece when I get back in a few months because she’ll be right there where I can see her. I’ve been forcing Jayde to let me Face Time with Sage so she can practice before I go on tour. Making her get used to seeing me and Ali on a little screen at random times throughout the day even if I really am a whole 20 feet away. I don’t want her to get confused later on or anything. Kids may not be a big deal in your family, or lack of family, or whatever the fuck you have but they are important in mine. And Sage needs to know that even though we are going to be across the damn country that we still care.
So, like I said, we leave for tour on the fourth of March. I think Ali has been packing and unpacking because I swear clothes are moved in the closet every single time I get in there to get anything. Babe, just pick whatever clothes you want to wear. I don’t give a fuck if you run around in some polka dots mixed with stripes as long as you’re comfortable. Seriously. There is no need to try on everything you own to see what looks good because it ALL looks good. |
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