Next Monday I'm going to brave open mic at the JV again. Keep me company if you like, or come along and play. I'll be doing a song with my Dad this time. Keep your fingers crossed for me. I'll work on not stopping in the middle of one of my songs and shouting the f-bomb repeatedly. 'Cause I seem to do that about 30% of the time at current.
xpi gave me a set of steel strings for the acoustic; I can't wait to switch out the bronze ones. I'm taking the fact that my guitar strings have, within the last two months, developed black marks at my most common finger positions to mean that I'm finally practicing adequately.
Probably ought to get my guitar looked at by Dad's luthier, who I've finally gotten contact information for. Finally. And make time to polish out the pick gouges. And go buy some less flimsy picks; I've broken two (!) in the last week. Rawr.
Can I go to sleep yet?