Futile Horn

01.16.2003 - 2:44 am (fast and narrow)

I just got back from a 2 a.m. coffee run. Also picked up some fattening donuts on the way. There is something I like about a late night winter drive. I put the heater on, and it's like I've got my own portable warm spot.

My mom heard me playing guitar today. The one I've got down here is still broken, so I was doing my best with my old acoustic (the strings feel and sound rotten). She asked if I had written the bit of music I was playing, and when I told her I had, she said it sounded both "Spanish" and "classical". Then she wanted to know if I could submit it. Like it was a magazine article or something.

My dad just closed the door so he didn't have to hear it over the tv.

I take the A+ exam on Friday. I have passed every practice exam I've taken yet I am still fretting over this. The tests are so expensive, I can't afford to take any of them again. I can't keep the flavors of SCSI straight to save my soul.

I bought a crossover cable the other day. The idea was that I would transfer all of the data from the computer I used in college and put it on a CD-RW, and then reformat the hard drive and put a new operating system on it. I hadn't turned it on in ages and I found that it only has 32MB of RAM. Bleh, Windows 98 might actually work on that, but I'm guessing it's hardly worth the effort.

I starting reading Annie Proulx's The Shipping News today. I had seen the movie, and it had a great story, but you can't put gorgeous prose in a film. She is something of a hero of mine.

For some reason I have class tomorrow night.

Born to play the funky céilí,
Futile Horn