although I did get carded for beer in Seattle when I was there. so maybe I am growing up more slowly than I think I am. I no longer feel 18, though. well, that's not quite true either: my rather poorly integrated ego ranges in age from about 7 to something like 110.
in any case, it's my T-birthday and so I must think of something appropriate to do. like go see a movie with lots of car chases and explosions. my shot is due today, though, and unless I take it early, I won't really be all greased up for that sort of thing. it might be more of a museum day or even a stay home and write poetry day.
or maybe I'll walk to a museum, go in, then sit in a gallery and write. that sounds almost nauseatingly artsy doesn't it? it could be good though. must give this some thought.
first some guitar scales.
well, first coffee. I just woke up. I am diurnal today. didn't mean to be, but that's what the body apparently wanted.
