She always sits in the exact spot to maximize being in my way. She has some weird sixth sense.


She always sits in the exact spot to maximize being in my way. She has some weird sixth sense.



I have zero memory of how to play this game.

I triggered the photo using the volume up button on the side of my iPhone. I actually used my tendinitis thumb. It hurt. A Lot. Then I did it again because I’m an idiot.


Patches was trying to take over my desk and stop me from working. There was an empty water bottle on the desk with her. She bumped into it and knocked it over. When she did she sort of jumped in place and snapped off one of her claws. The cat version of breaking a nail, perhaps? I’m guessing it’s much more traumatic than that.


This morning before work I put vocals on five songs. Tonight after work I put lead guitars on five other songs, and rhythm guitars on two more. That’s a productive day, musically speaking. Depending on how the Bruins game goes tonight I might throw in a mix down too. We’ll see.
One little mildly concerning tid bit. The last two times I played guitar I felt a little numbness in my right thumb. The right thumb being the one that does not have tendinitis. Oh good. It was just a little pins and needles, but it definitely shouldn’t have been there. Maybe I was just nervous about the left hand and squeezing the pick really hard with the right. Who knows. I will keep an eye on it.
For the second day in a row I did some car vocals. Last night I wrote up lyrics for five more songs, all while watching The Bruins let game two slip away. I thought they were going to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat as Tampa Bay completely outplayed them, but no such luck. The Lightning took it in overtime.
So I had five more songs ready for bad singing and I drove to the movie theater again and cranked ’em out. There were no weird spectator moments like yesterday, but I did manage to wrap it up quickly (simply by choosing to not add harmony parts to one of the songs) so I decided to take the long way home.
Patches is wishing the Bruins would hold a damn lead for a change. 2-2 in the third period.

We are about to get stomped by Mother Nature, that jerk.



If you don’t knock it off you’re going to turn into a Chef Boyardee Beef Ravioli.
