or marsninine, urasian, plutonic. anyway, i eventually went back and got the guitar. it's great, it's really loud and has a fantastic sound,and my fingers are getting used to the feel of strings again. i'd forgotten i always liked the odd numbness the next day. i have guitar callusses again. however that's spelled 9_9 working 30-40 hours still at mcd's, plus we're moving, fun fun. leaving this rat hole and moving to a honeymoon suite by comparison. no really, it's beautiful. rachel's already painting everything and it's really going to feel like home by the time she's done if i ever can motivate myself to move my stuff. i'm borderline phobic about moving, i think (i know) i was traumatized when we moved to edna, and that comes back out everytime i face the prospect of moving again. we're going to leave the hideous monster couch, can't get it out the door, much less perform the acrobatics necesary to get it over the railing and around teh corner, so... they've got themselves a permanant fixture. let the move it, the jerkwads. maybe they'll drop it on the old woman, and her little dog too. you want to know the real reason i haven't updated in like, two months? i've been playing City of Heroes online again, and it's pure digital crack. i never go anywhere, so it's my socializing. ya, i suck like that. tell me tripping out's a better solution and i'll blast you with my freeze ray >:D on a side note, local restaurant has open mic every weds, i think i want to do it, i've got some new stuff i'd like to try out, and i really just need to perform. ought to be interesting if i can get the gumption to do it. too many missed opportunities, only get so many. birthday's the 4th, w00t. so, farewell and go back to bed spacemonkeys.