Friday and that.
Sitting at work, listening to the incomparable voice of Maria Christensen, thinking about the homework that's due this weekend that I have yet to start.
I'm gonna play my guitar when I get home.
I'm actually going to eat lunch today; I'm thinking an Arby's sub is in my future.
Friday and that.
I want a seven-string guitar.
I want a mandolin.
But I have to save my money for Spain. So . . . no new instruments. (Besides, I have eight stringed things. You'd think that eight would be enough, wouldn't you? It's never enough.)
I have a disease. BlueDev calls it Guitar Acquisition Syndrome. i call it Good Times Funstuffs. But GAS is a cooler contraction than GTF.
I got my passport application in today. It's looking like green lights on the semester in Spain. Heck yeah, babee. I'm going across the big blue.
Yeah, it'll cost a bunch, but it'll be worth it. It's only money. They make more every day.
And a semester over there would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Heck yeah, babee.
Friday and that.