I think I'm coming down with a cold or something. All of my complaining has made me sick. I am at home, but nudgy. I don't want to do my show tonight because I want to be in bed. But really I don't want to do my show tonight because I feel uninspired. And I feel uninspired to become inspired because I don't feel well. It's a vicious cycle made even worse by the fact that there isn't any tomato soup in the house.
I just got back from the paper store where I got some supplies to make some books. On my way back to my car I stopped in the guitar store so I could look at their guitar books. I've decided I need to learn guitar so that when I decide to write a comedy song I'll be able to perform it onstage. Jenya has a guitar that sits unused in the den. Sometimes I look at it and it taunts me. So I pick it up, and maybe even some sheet music and manage to pick and strum at it for upwards of five minutes before I get frustrated with my ineptitude. I don't have a musical bone in my body, and I most definitely got my rythm from my Dad's side of the family. I was strumming a Joni Mitchell song for a few minutes the last time before saying "Am I supposed to be strumming this with some sort of regularity?" Jenya said that I should probably do it to the beat of the song. So I put the guitar away and had a snack.
I am supposed to not read anything this week. Reading deprivation, they call it. I'm sure I'll have a lot to say on this matter as the week goes on, so get ready for it. The timing is made worse by the fact that last night Rick loaned me his copy of the
Lenny Bruce biography
Lenny Bruce biography and given the opportunity I would just stay in bed reading it until it got done. I guess I'll have to settle for just listening to the cd. [Note: While I was getting the link from amazon for the book I noticed that at the bottom of the screen, under the part where it says "Customers who bought this book also bought..." it says "Customers who wear clothes also shop for..." I can only hope that they realize the absurdity of that.
I just got back from the paper store where I got some supplies to make some books. On my way back to my car I stopped in the guitar store so I could look at their guitar books. I've decided I need to learn guitar so that when I decide to write a comedy song I'll be able to perform it onstage. Jenya has a guitar that sits unused in the den. Sometimes I look at it and it taunts me. So I pick it up, and maybe even some sheet music and manage to pick and strum at it for upwards of five minutes before I get frustrated with my ineptitude. I don't have a musical bone in my body, and I most definitely got my rythm from my Dad's side of the family. I was strumming a Joni Mitchell song for a few minutes the last time before saying "Am I supposed to be strumming this with some sort of regularity?" Jenya said that I should probably do it to the beat of the song. So I put the guitar away and had a snack.
I am supposed to not read anything this week. Reading deprivation, they call it. I'm sure I'll have a lot to say on this matter as the week goes on, so get ready for it. The timing is made worse by the fact that last night Rick loaned me his copy of the
Lenny Bruce biography
Lenny Bruce biography and given the opportunity I would just stay in bed reading it until it got done. I guess I'll have to settle for just listening to the cd. [Note: While I was getting the link from amazon for the book I noticed that at the bottom of the screen, under the part where it says "Customers who bought this book also bought..." it says "Customers who wear clothes also shop for..." I can only hope that they realize the absurdity of that.
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