Complaining.

Complaining about how my GUITAR owns my LIFE.  Yeah, I've become that guy.  I'll be in the middle of a party and think "Oh man, I need to play guitar right now" or hanging out with my roommates and think "Oh man, I need to play guitar right now" or sitting in class and think "Oh man, I need to play guitar right now" or at work and think "Oh man, I need to play guitar right now" or like right now, I'll be sitting here trying to write a paper that's due in a couple hours and think "Oh man, I need to play guitar right now."  I think I might actually be addicted? Thing is, I'm not really all that good in the sense I can't write songs [just lyrics, but how far does that get you?] and I can only play a handful of songs off the top of my head. A small handful. But I just love the action of playing it and making sounds. If I didn't live with people, I do think I would just play all the time - The same songs over and over again - And no one would care.

Okay, so, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Roight.

By the way, we start Tech tonight. HOORAH.