hey! who's that playing? hey! the guitar

so, i brought my guitar to work today, because i'm planning on heading immediately to the open stage from this hullaballoo at the stroke of five.

and, naturally, it's taunting me.

i'm reminded of when i was in elementary school, those days when we were subject to show and tell. those days were absolutely awful for me, because i'd bring in something cool and then think about it all day.

all day.

to the exclusion of all else.

and that's exactly what's happening here today. my guitar is sitting quietly in a corner behind me, and it's absolutely all i can think about. it's taking every last ounce of my willpower not to pick it up and abscond to the conference room with it, shut the door and play my little heart out. it's painful, particularly, because i've got so much to do! so much practicing to be had! the cover must be fine-tuned! the old song needs to be remodeled! the songs for tonight must be rehearsed!

i swear, it's like a sickness. this waking fever dream that's making the hours of today drag onward and onward with a drowning and strangely luscious slowness.

my guitar is the closest thing i've had to a lover in ages, and it's just screaming for my attention. all without saying a word. ah, my darling. simply wait, and i will make you sing.