My poor fingers…
I have been typing my poor fingers to the proverbial bone this week. Last week was the slowest week I can remember ever having at work. This week is the exact opposite. I’ve been going in at 7 in the stinky morning and coming home at 8 at night. I don’t mind working hard, and I don’t mind working long hours, but it’s a shock to my delicate system to have it foisted upon me so sudden-like.
I missed the jam session last night. I was really hoping to go… Maybe next week.
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You’d just gotten tanked and embarassed yourself and your lovely wife, again.
🙂 Most likely! But I’d have had fun… (Kinda sucks, my buddy Russ was there for the first and probably only time, and I missed it. We’ve been in two bands together – Hippie Go Lucky and the Smokin’ Clams. It would have been fun to jam with him again…)