Six strings and pizza.
I’ve been tinkering on my poor, unloved electric guitar tonight. It’s funny that I learned how to play the guitar on an electric which made it easy on my fingers (because the strings are lighter), but now that I’m used to playing the acoustic, playing on an electric is much like paper cuts on my fingers. Nonetheless, I’m thinking about buying a new electric guitar and an amp.
In efforts to save money over weight, I bought an extra large pizza from Papa John’s tonight. I’m going out o’ town next week, so I didn’t want to buy any groceries to save my kitchen from clumpy milk and green meat. I think my logic went out the door on that one, so needless to say, if you wonder what I’m eating this week… well, a good guess would be pizza.
Okay, just wanted to complain about my fingers and give them a rest. Back to dilly dallying.
(Oh, and creepy, a Mississippi number just called me. Uh, it’s midnight, and no, I don’t know anyone from Mississippi. But I like typing Mississippi.)
