I'm ready to get out of the house. I'm in the process of doing laundry, which takes a couple of hours with my sucky water pressure, then I'll take a shower with the sucky water pressure, then I'll freeze-dry my hair. I don't know how many songs I'll croak out, but I'll bring my squeezy thing and attempt to tastefully and appropriately accompany people who don't have dessicated vocal chords.