I'm Really Psyched About Singing Tomorrow Night!

And by "psyched" I mean "scared shitless!"

I really hope I don't embarrass myself horribly in front of all my strangely loyal friends who are coming out to witness the spectacle. Even if I'm really bad, can you please lie to me and tell me I was great anyway? A little self-delusion never killed anyone and it's not like it's Canadian Idol or anything.

I'm thrilled My Honey came all this way just to see me sing, but it adds a bit of pressure, you know? Like I need to be good so I don't embarrass him! I don't want him to be all like, "I spent the equivalent of the gross national product of Nigeria to come see you sing and you sucked!" But he would never say that. Frankly, I don't even think he would think it, but these are the thoughts that run through my head.

But then my enormous ego kicks in and I realize that no matter how sucky I am, y'all will lie to me and tell me I'm great 'cause that's what I'd do for you. You think ;)