ow.
My guitar is a vampire.
It is seductive and evil and beautiful and sneaky, and once it gets its little carbon-fiber teeth into me, it doesn't let go. Ten hours, today. Seriously. Ow.
...Hey, if playing the guitar really burns 118 calories per hour, as some of the "calorie websites" claim, then I expended 1,180 calories today on the guitar alone. (Does that mean I get to eat a humongous ice cream sundae with mountains of java chip ice cream, dark chocolate sauce and whipped cream without feeling guilty or gaining weight?)
On the bright side, there is a new song, partly as a result of today's muse-a-thon. I hope to gods it's really mine, and not accidentally someone else's that crept into my head when I wasn't looking. (I have a similar concern about my kids: I was there when they were born, and I'm nearly certain they are mine, because I saw where they came from and I worked damned hard to get them out of there... but sometimes I look at them and wonder.)
On the down side, my arms and hands need to be plunged into ice until the pain stops.
Tramadol is good, too. And warmer.
It is seductive and evil and beautiful and sneaky, and once it gets its little carbon-fiber teeth into me, it doesn't let go. Ten hours, today. Seriously. Ow.
...Hey, if playing the guitar really burns 118 calories per hour, as some of the "calorie websites" claim, then I expended 1,180 calories today on the guitar alone. (Does that mean I get to eat a humongous ice cream sundae with mountains of java chip ice cream, dark chocolate sauce and whipped cream without feeling guilty or gaining weight?)
On the bright side, there is a new song, partly as a result of today's muse-a-thon. I hope to gods it's really mine, and not accidentally someone else's that crept into my head when I wasn't looking. (I have a similar concern about my kids: I was there when they were born, and I'm nearly certain they are mine, because I saw where they came from and I worked damned hard to get them out of there... but sometimes I look at them and wonder.)
On the down side, my arms and hands need to be plunged into ice until the pain stops.
Tramadol is good, too. And warmer.