09/07/2005: "Good girl gone bad"
I somehow managed to pour boiling hot water on my fretting hand this morning...maybe it's my dead painter muse's way of telling me to quit playing guitar and get back to painting! Or maybe I have a dead guitarist/song writer muse too and they're currently slugging it out for possession of my soul (and hands)?
Meanwhile, my actual "job" has been a nightmare of late. Do you ever wake up in the morning and the pressure of all your obligations and deadlines makes you feel like faking a psychotic break? I feel like going on a wild Ben and Jerry's ice cream eating rampage in the local supermarket clad in pjs and bunny slippers and tell anyone who approaches me to go f@#! themselves.