Dazed and Confused Post
Right now there are roughly 8 million tasks and ideas running through my head. As no one has died in the past couple of days and there are no new terror alerts, I’d like to deal with a few of the things plaguing my skull.
SUICIDE: We are now officially in suicide season, where little boys and girls turn into Peter Pan and begin their annual lemming-like plunges off of assorted tall structures. More on this later.
JULIE IMPQUEEN: Of course you are a lunatic, but I haven’t forgotten about you. I’m just waiting until I have sufficient time and energy (they don’t come in the same package quite as often these days) to put together a good post. It may take a while. I still owe Kevin a religious overview email. Don’t ask him how long he has been waiting.
ARCHIVING: I am working on bringing the first few months of my old blog-city blog (Nov - Dec 2003) over to this site. That’s a time consuming pain in the butt.
NEW TOY: Got me a new girl today. Ain’t she cute? Don’t know her name yet.

Anyway, after 2 and 1/2 hours of playing rough and breaking her in with good old scratchy blues fingering all the way up her fretboard, I gave her long, black neck a good rubdown and put her to bed for the night. Then, I turned my attention to nursing my raw and calloused fingers back to health.
