Had a strange weekend. I got stuck at work on Friday until 7, which pissed me off. And when I get pissed off about work, I exact revenge by recklessly spending money. So I walked over to the Times Square Virgin Records, knowing full well that I didn't have any money in my checking account, and picked up Serious Sam and the Men In Black DVD - for some reason, I had been jonesing for MiB, even though it's a pretty stupid movie, when you come right down to it. Got home, installed Serious Sam, and played until 4am.
Saturday got off to a late start (obviously) - I had promised the woman that I'd call her before she left for her rehearsal (meaning that I should've called her around 11ish), but I didn't actually stumble out of bed until 12:30. Major stomach wierdness ensued; I was supposed to hang out with jongre, but I knew I couldn't hack a long night of boozing on a rough stomach.
Sunday was spaced out, mostly looking at the football games on TV (I say "looking" because I wasn't really "watching" or "paying attention") although I did end up jamming with my friends Todd and Ian, which I realized was the first time I'd been outside since I had gotten home on Friday night. You wanna hear something pathetic? I have a huge bruise on my right forearm. How did it get there, you ask? I'll tell you - I got it from playing guitar. You see, we jammed for 3 hours, which I guess is the longest I've played without stopping since last April. My fingers were screaming in pain. Even in the darkest days of the Ferns, I was able to go 4-6 hours of more-or-less nonstop playing, 2-3 times a week, and then I'd be 4-tracking when I wasn't at rehearsal. And now, to have a friggin' BRUISE...
Yesterday was even more spaced out; watched the Wet Hot American Summer DVD twice with jdixon, did a little strumming (although it hurt), crashed out early.
I've been in some sort of wierd funk, I guess. I don't quite know what's going on.