The passing of today has reminded me about a few things.

1. Nothing ever goes according to plan
2. Rolling on a snare drum to a tempo that resides in the middle of nowhere, i.e. 100-128 is rather vexing
3. Being asked to roll 'tighter' on a piano roll to a tempo that resides in the middle of nowhere is even more vexing
4. It is possible to induce great laughter under stress in the confines of a recording studio.

I need a better excuse for not being able to handle my instrument better.

Being back at work is a little more than a shock after 4 days of wasting my time away at home. Long weekends do feel very, very brief relative to shorter (or rather, normal) ones.

Dota-ing also makes me miss out on conversations I would much prefer to have over chasing pixels. It's already happened one too many times and with every instance I feel more guilty than the last.

I miss you like wolverine misses the moon. Except I do get to touch you again.