Day Five of the Cleanse been pretty blah. I think I let myself get hungry this afternoon, and it's hard to recover once that happens. I didn't bring enough lemon stuff to work today and finished it all before lunch.
I could have come home and made some more, but decided to go to Guitar Center with my co-worker so he could play with drums. I looked for the f-hole Telecaster that I want, but they didn't have it- so I just played with pedals. I plan to sell my pretty cool Epiphone Dot and buy the guitar I was meant to play... eventually.
...and then I'll wanna play all the time, and I'll become the greatest guitar player ever, and I'll write a million new songs, and other people will want to play those songs, and I'll make millions of dollars without even having to work, and so on (for additional irony, see 'The Milkmaid And Her Pail' fable in right rail).
Music stores have always freaked me out. It's completely ridiculous that I feel that way. It's like I have a residual complex from high school when I felt super intimidated by all of the guys sitting around playing Zeppelin licks on different guitars. Of course now I know that those guys are more creepy than intimidating, but alas, I still feel weird in there.
I just finished my tea. My stomach is growling like crazy. I'm going to try to just sleep it off.
1 comment:
oh, poor hungry wendykins...when you get your uberguiter, you'll never be hungry again. when you are blissfully and effortlessly writing millions of geniustically creative songs, you won't have any need for food. in the meantime, eat something! er, i mean, you're doin' good--just drink more lemon shit, i guess.
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