The woman's play is fantastic; I urge anyone in the NYC area to check it out. It's really really good. I've seen it twice already, will most likley see it again this weekend.
I'm trying desperately not to complain and whine and bitch and moan about my lack of funds, again. It (the $$ situation, not the non-complaining attempts) makes me sad, but there's nothing I can do about it right now.
My sampler is fucked up, so now my visions for the one-man-band set are now under heavy construction; i.e., 6 of the songs I wanted to play are impossible to play without the sampler working, so I have to write new songs. I tend to work well under pressure and deadlines, but this is the wrong kind of pressure. Too much frustration and bile.
Ah, it's Monday morning, of course I'm pissed off.
I've been playing word games on excite.com; my brain is somewhere else.