In Which She Finds Out Just How Far Bragging Gets You

So naturally, after getting all high 'n mighty about my practice schedule, I have now gone two days without so much as a strum. The excuses are thin at best, falling into the category of "social obligations." Tuesday I had the BON VOYAGE, YOU final date with G.; last night I was drowning my so-so sorrows in crap white wine at the neighborhood bar with V & K. (And E., and a belligerent H., but that's another story.) In neither instance was I practicing arpeggios, nor was I sight-reading Love Me Tender.

I have now discovered the secret to becoming a guitar genius: eighty-six the social life.

Tonight, tonight, I'm back on track tonight!