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Practice Practice

I haven't been practicing as much as I wanted to... but I think that'll be alright. Worst case scenario is that I end up playing a few songs that I don't know all that well, and damnit. I've done it before. I'll do it again. Hopefully, it won't come to that, however. Hopefully, I'll just get the show done. I'll get it done well. I'll get asked back. If I get asked back, I'm going to seriously work on expanding my song list again. I haven't done that in a few years, and I think it's time. It's probably time for a lot of things.

I feel a bit... empty. I've been missing something lately and I'm not sure what it is. I've been thinking about it a fair amount lately -- and I might have finally figured it out. I think that I've not been spending enough quality time with myself. When I'm alone, I'm doing something to kill time: read the internet, watch TV, watch movies, play games on the computer... The rest of my time is spent working, sleeping and with my friends. I haven't done anything to better myself in a long time. I was reading a lot a couple months ago, and that was great. I was way happier with myself then, but I've gotten back into watching TV and movies and not doing productive stuff. I want to be productive again, even if it's just superficially productive. Even if it's not that productive at all -- like reading. I just want to not feel so stagnant. I've been stuck in the mud for years, and every time I start to work my way out something happens, or doesn't happen, or seems to happen and I just give up for a while... then I have to start over again. Here's to getting out of the mud.

-Jon

Little to Nothing

The Wings won tonight. I predicted 5-2 victory, they won 4-2. I'm not feeling too bad about the prediction... mostly because they won. And when those boys win, I feel good. I feel good about myself, as if I had something to do with the victory. Which I didn't. Unless you are a very superstitious person. Which I'm not. Or am I? Maybe one of my superstitions is about not telling someone that I'm superstitious... which it's not. .. .... ....... not that I'd tell you if it was. This next seven day period I'm going to be getting myself productive. And that's going to rock. Rock the socks off not being productive.

Alright. The Wings won, and I'm tired as hell. I'm going to bed. G'night.

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Bed Time

It's seriously late. And by late I mean I'm seriously tired. So, off to bed I go. I'm not 100%, but I'm pretty sure that I have a gig on Saturday. I'll be playing Gallagher's, as per my usual Saturday gig... except it'll be graduation weekend, so lots of kids will be out drinking with their parents. My goal? I wanna get a graduate's mom on a table dancing. That's the goal. The reality? Probably more like, I'll get a graduate's mom to bob her head whilst she laments the fact that she's now old enough to have a child that's graduated college. G'night folks. I'm out.

-Jon

Intermission

In killing time between the periods, I found this.

The game is back on. I'm going away.

-Jon

Depression

The Wings are playing. They're loosing. I'm sad.

To be honest, that's really about all I had to say. I really have very little to say these days. Very little is going on, and... well... I just want to try to get s*t around here working alright. Frankly, I have a feeling that that's not going to happen for a while. I've got certain things I can work on, and certain things that I can't. I'm going to try to not worry about the things that I can't do anything about.

The Wings scored. That's freaking great. They're now down by one. Damn do I hope they pull this off.

But I just want to work on the things that I can fix. One of those things is working on the cable in the house. The cable modem isn't what I'd call... working at 100%. I want to fix that. I also want to get my room cleaned up again. Those are my goals for the week. Well. This week and next week. To really get the cable working the way I want it, I'm going to have to drill.

GOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's all tied up. This is not nearly as bad a night as I was thinking it might be. The refs finally stopped calling everything against the Wings.

But I'll need a drill. I'll need a drill to put cable right up into the room where I want it. I'm thinking I'll actually put a jack on the wall. That'll be a first in this house. Every other cable hook up is straight from the floor. It bugs me. Yes. I realize how completely anal that sounds. But, think of it this way -- I get to buy a drill and I don't have to pay for the cabling or wall jack. I just have to put it in. I can put it in. Project!

So, for this summer I have a few projects lined up. They are as follows:

• Fix the Cable
• Rebuild the Grill; faster, stronger... I have the technology
• Wire the house for Ethernet -- maybe
• Turn the extra grill that's chillin' on the deck into a wok burner. Perhaps even modify it so that I can use it as a wok burner/turkey frier. But I'm not sure about that -- I'd need something to rebuild the whole frame... and I'm not sure I want to do all that.
• Rebuild the closet bookshelf/door so it's easier to move. I'm thinking wheels.

Alright. I'm not as sad as I was when I started this post. The Wings tied it up, and that's really all I was pissed off about. I've gotta hit the sack. Soon. Very soon.

For now, I'm going to listen to the Wings play and hope they don't go into overtime.

-Jon

Thank the God Lord Above

Praise the Lord. The Wings won. In the time of the first game of the series, I beat he living hell out of my right hand. I was bit frustrated when they didn't win outright and I hit a table. Repeatedly. And then I hit it a few more times while I yelled at the TV screen.

Right now I can't close my right hand into a fist. That's probabliy not a good thing, but... really, I say it's worth it. Yes. I do believe that they wouldn't have won if it hadn't been for my beating myself into a painful mass of muscle as tendon. I do believe that if I hadn't hit that poor defenseless table they would have lost to that group of angry vengeful pieces of s*t on skates that are the Edmonton Oilers. They suck. And they don't play hockey so much as they beat another team until they can't stand up.

Thankfully the Wings can take a beating, and keep on ticking.... ........ ......... kind of like a Timex.

Now I'm home, and ready for bed. G'night folks. I'll see you later.

-Jon