Late Nights

They don't seem so strange and frustrating anymore. I'm usually staring at the clock for forty minutes at the end of each workday. I surf the same sites, and try to look busy so nothing else comes my way. Yesterday and today, I didn't mind sticking around an extra hour or so. I guess considering what my normal routine has been for the past six months, I shouldn't complain about this. They still don't care that I show up at or around nine everyday. Besides, with the new cube culture, it's kind of nice to get shit done when it gets quiet. Anywho, I vowed not to talk about work on this blog...so I'll cut it here...and we shall never mention work again.

I dropped some trumpet last night for my friend's lil' musical project. My skills at that instrument have slightly diminished. Last night's session was probably the most intense trumpet playing I've done in the last five or six years. I put the instrument down in 1994 because tuba seemed like a better idea...and it was. Hell, I didn't even touch the thing between early 2001 and last June. Right now, my mouth feels like it's been punched but I shouldn't complain. I was feeling the band nerd thing for a while last night...feel the nostalgia, folks...feel it.

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