So I'm sitting on the couch, having declared tomorrow a Rest Day (I'm trying to be better about those and have two a week like normal people) and I'm thinking oh, I should read the book I'm reading. But I don't feel like reading, or watching the new Criminal Minds (I finally watched the last one, and it was very good. Poor Derek. Poor victim of the week.), or doing anything narrative related.
So I'm like, well, I could eat ice cream and play Peggle. Which is about the speed I'm at.
...two rounds of Peggle later it dawns on me. I have a guitar. Three, in fact. And I have not touched any of them in months.
Yeah. I know what I'm doing for the next half hour or so.
Man, I think my brain and self and soul are finally growing back from the insanity that was the past two years. Maybe I'll even get back to the math soon. My geometry book and notebook are sitting on my desk waiting for me. But if I have two rest days in a week... I can do things like recreational math!
Yup, brain regrowth commencing. Just in time for the insanity that is this year to really get rolling!
Damn, back to growing calluses again.
she said, "we rolled that camaro like a cowboy's cigarette."