Wake up. Jimmy's still sleeping like a baby. Kiss his forhead. Get out of bed. Shower, clothes, makeup, hair. Wake Jimmy up. This is always a HUGE struggle. I hate getting up, but Jimmy's even worse. I usually have to jump on top of him and bite the bridge of his nose until he finally gets up, takes HIS shower and gets dressed. We sit in the living room and make fun of the crappy videos on vH1 while I spike his hair. Breakfast? Not at the house, we usually hit the McDonald's drive thru. I drive, Jimmy plays with the radio. Eat greasy hashbrowns in the parking lot, then, more driving to get the week's schedule from the ACTUAL MSI manager. Jimmy pays attention, I space out. Jimmy tickles me to keep me alert. Gas station. I get vitaminwater and gas. Jimmy rolls the window down and inhales the smell of the gasoline. Some Mondays, we get our grocery shopping done. Wal-Mart, it's always Wal-Mart. Wanna know why? Jimmy proposed to me in the frozen foods aisle, and I always blush and walk a little closer to him when we go through there.
I usually call Destiny and see if she needs anything. She always says no, but I usually pick up a little something for her anyway. After Wal-Mart, back to the house to unload groceries. I do that, Jimmy lays on the couch and takes a power nap while I glare at him for not helping. Then, downstairs to the mini-recording studio. Jimmy sings whatever the hell he wants and I play with the synths and vox. Send what sounds cool in to Uppity Cracker and The End Records and see if we have anything good. Lunch. Whatever we bought at Wal-Mart. Get BACK in the car. Jimmy drives, I play with the radio. Jimmy drops himself off at Steve's house and I drive home and make phone calls. Being a manager and half- manager takes a lot of resourcing. Checking in with the tour bus maintence chief, tour bus driver, stage lighting, stage sound check staff. It's a lot of work. A few hours later, I get concert ready, most nights. I drive to Destiny's and we go set up the merch tent before the show. Drive back to Steve's and pick Jimmy and Kitty up. Lyn-Z usually drives to the show with Gee. Second quick checks with stage crew. Showtime. Mosh, party, blow Jimmy kisses. Run like hell to the merch tent. Sell until there's no one left to sell to. Say bye to everyone, drive home. Shower, pj's and B-Horror movies until I fall asleep in Jimmy's arms.