ramble shamble

it's approximately -10C in new york today.

chew on that.

if ever i entertained thoughts of dragging my ass to the gym, you can bet your bippy that they're gone now. i nearly lost my nose in the time it took me to walk from the subway to my office.

it's funny--times like this, don't you forget what it was ever like to be warm?

anyway.

i've been prepping like a crazy woman for tomorrow night's show. switched guitars. restrung. thanked the heavens that i'd had the foresight and cunning to procure several sets of strings, because in a moment of complete mental absentia i tried using the third string as the fourth and vice versa. needless to say, i got really confused when one snapped and the other was entirely slack. then, i nearly lost one of the little pegs that hold the strings to the guitar below the soundhole. it went flying while i tried to remove the third string, and i spent about ten minutes looking for it before it fell out of the light fixture. i continue to have no idea how it stayed on top of the fixture to begin with, considering there is no surface for it to have perched upon up there. weird.

yeah, it had been that kind of a day.

anyway. the point of the story is that after a herculean struggle, i managed to restring the demon and get my practice on for a couple of hours. as such, i now have the requisite leper fingers that marks a guitar player.

i completely forgot where i was going with this story.

hm.

i'll let you know if i pick up the thread.

one more thing: grease motherfuckin' 2. LOVE THAT MOVIE. maxwell caulfield. mmmm. walk, talk like a t-bird, baby.