today sure felt like monday...
work was, well, work. everything seemed to be edging towards disorder. if not for my ability to use the force, my sturdy steel-toed boots, and my razor sharp wit-all would have been lost!
now i have the grass to mow in a drippily humid tennessee summer evening. then i'm off to meet one of the greatest drummers in the world-willie cantu (i owe him money). some take out food, a glass o' wine, then it's off to bed with me 'cause i have to go back to work tomorrow...
fuck!
my new SG sticker picks are up! and marla digs 'em!! woo-hoo!!
work was, well, work. everything seemed to be edging towards disorder. if not for my ability to use the force, my sturdy steel-toed boots, and my razor sharp wit-all would have been lost!
now i have the grass to mow in a drippily humid tennessee summer evening. then i'm off to meet one of the greatest drummers in the world-willie cantu (i owe him money). some take out food, a glass o' wine, then it's off to bed with me 'cause i have to go back to work tomorrow...
fuck!
my new SG sticker picks are up! and marla digs 'em!! woo-hoo!!