Bad News.
My CTS (carpal tunnel syndrome) is back with a vengence. This sucks. I realized tonight when I couldn’t grab anything with my left hand, that somthings up. I’ve known that things were acting up, but I haven’t wanted to acknowledge it. I knew that one day I would regret spending hours at the computer, playing piano, handbells, xylophone, marimba, glockenspiel, chime bells, oboe, tympani, etc… oh, all at the same time. (Well, really not all at the same type but my point was, is that my hands and wrists never got a rest.)


I scare myself when I think too much, about anything. I think that if I actually dedicated enough time, and brain power to just a couple of things, instead of a helluva lotta things, it would be dangerous. Gee… where have I heard that before. I’ve heard it my whole life. I’ve never really super-duper, better than anyone else on the planet, excelled at somthing. But I do a lot of things quite well. Ya’ll will know when I do anything more than that. Because either I will take over Microsoft and make Bill Gates look like a wimpy wannabe.


It took me a record amount of time (the length I will not admit to) to cut a simple :30 spot this afternoon. What took me so freaking long was the fact that I was laughing my arse off all the way thur it. Let’s see… Damn Yankee who prides herself on “non-regional diction” doing a commercial along the lines of:
“Mmmmm Talkin’ about good ole’ Southern home cookin’. Just like Granny serves up on Sunday mornins’.”
It kept on comming across way too “Southern Belle Porn Star”. I’m not sure how I managed that one. But it was quite funny non the less.


I’m a freaking sap. Dammit. I hate it when I get a song stuck in my head. I even tried blasting some Rob Zombie on the way home to attempt to “clear” my head. Didn’t work. I’m such a freaking sap.

‘If I’m not in love with you
What is this I’m going through
And if my heart is lying then
What should I believe in
Why do I go crazy
Every time I think about you, baby
Why else do I want you like I do
If I’m not in love with you

And if I don’t need your touch
Why do I miss you so much
If it’s just infatuation then
Why is my heart aching
To hold you forever
Give a part of me I thought I’d never
Give again to someone I could lose
If I’m not in love with you” — Faith Hill