Marc

I'd like to tell you about how we went to a house last night, and they had a full rock set up (1 guitar, 1 bass, 1 drum(s)). I really would. I'd like to tell you, also, about how myself, Matt, and Rick took over said setup rocked out for quite a long time. I could also tell you that my hands, upon closer inspection, are killing me. I, not having played consistent bass in quite a while, am hurting from the action on the borrowed bass, which was a little high for my liking, but I managed to play along, one sheet to the wind, and sweating. And now I remember why I liked short hair -- because it doesn't get in your way when you rock. I was brushing it back, consistenly, once every eight to ten measures, hoping that it would get sweaty and stay stuck to the side of my head. But it didn't. It kept falling forward.

I could also tell you that I have a class right now, that I need to get dressed for, because I'm still in my sleeping shorts. And I think maybe I'll do that. I've got to get dressed, for class, right now.