I get sick of sitting here strumming my guitar, playing the same chords over and over. The same songs over and over.
I don't think I'd ever get sick of the cello.
The first song I would teach myself is that song from Electric Dreams that Madeline played...the one that Edgar joined her on playing his little beeps and clicks. I know it's a well known classical tune, but it's not well known enough for me to know what the hell it's called.
Today for dinner I ate a can of Chef Boyardee Beef-a-Roni. I almost felt like crying into the bowl.
Just for once I'd like to eat something that takes longer than three minutes from the point of deciding exactly what I want to eat to the point where it's getting swallowed.
This bachelor life is gonna be the death of ol' Fu-Fu.
Well....that and moonshine.
Ooooo-Weeeee.