Toy drums

Friday: Strange dreams of cats poking me in the face. Oh, those were no dreams! Somehow an hour or two got away from me this morning... Web. Shower. Cats. Played guitar. A long conversation with my mom, cathing up. Down basement and said hello to M, who was working on our plantings out front. Did some tidying. Set up my small drum kit in the music room. Couldn't find proper hi-hat or cymbal stands, so had to be a little creative. Morning stuff. Headed out.

Checking in on various things. All is well. Got some pizza and an energy drink. Finally reproduced a bug that had been reported to me. Only shows up on PPC, not on Intel. Put in a fix. Looking forward. The sky grew black, and it seemed like night at 6:30. Heavy downpour, with thunder and lightening.

Met Shawn at the H Sq. T stop. Drove to New Asia near Union and Chinese food. A crazy woman from Craig's List called me and gave me incredibly detailed directions to her house. She is selling hi-hat stands, and I'd like to buy one. Shawn told me about his family reunion, which sounds like it was an amazing event.

Back home, and some setting up, and a Church of Flying Dreams rehearsal. A bit funny, hearing my very present guitar sound matched with Shawn playing on what is essentially a toy kit. But all was groovy. Upstairs and some hanging out. Watched a bit of what has been called the worst movie of all time (though I would say, "not even close.") Gave Shawn a ride home.

At my place, added some items to my shopping list. A bit of not terribly focused time. Completed the packing materials from my guitar. Weeded through a box of half broken drum gear, and threw some away. Ate leftovers. Web surfing.