I can't believe I have graduated. College went by in the blink of an eye. Now I have to get a job. Why does my life feel planned? In March of this year, I developed tendinitis. I still have not recovered. I just need to start treatment. I need to start being a man. Not being able to practice sucks, but not having a job is worse. Ok, I am going to look for a job.

Oh yeah, been a while. Unpacking from the move back from school. Thinking about things and people. Memories are so important, good and bad. Can't discriminate. I almost can't throw out old bottle caps from beers because they trigger memories. Even the little stupid things that happen every day matter in life. An ad above this weblong entry box says "Shoot the Bunny and get a playstation portable". I don't want to shoot the bunny, and what am i gonna do with a portable playstation? Its running back and forth and bugging my eyes cause i am not looking at it but my peripheral view is catching it. Is that how you spell that word? My friend Dan Merriman is the man. Okay I go. Listen to Todd Rundgren and Elvis Costello. Happy. Peace.