So Jason has been bugging me to get one of these Blog thingys, and I finally caved in. It seems that “everybody else has one” (according to a certain roommate of Jason’s). I didn’t want one mostly because I don’t think I really have anything to say (we’ll see about that, won’t we), and I’m afraid I’ll say something I shouldn’t, and I would like to avoid personal injury at all costs.
In the meantime, there is not much to say. I wrote a song over the weekend (it’s called State Line). As to my opinion on the song, the verdict is still out. I’m glad I have the ability to write songs, though.
What else? My guinea pig, Nala, is killing my mother. She’s allergic. I feel terrible every time I hear my mom coughing, which is all the time. I love my guinea pig. She’s soft and affectionate, which is why I got her, and she’s a good friend to me every day. But I also love my mom… sigh.
I’ve got to get to bed. Work happens on Tuesdays.