No strange phone calls. The cat didn't howl until 5:00 this morning - which wasn't so bad.

MPH is playing his guitar. He plays it with some stupid effects that just drives me nuts. It's too distorted and gives me a sinus headache. I like clean guitar music. He doesn't like acoustic, he only likes electric. I like Carlos Santana, I like Eddie VanHalen, I love Stevie Ray Vaughan and they all play electric, but it's a clean sound and so pure. I don't know how to describe what MPH is playing, except something that you want to yell at him -"can you stop that crap!".

Hopefully this weekend will be better. I don't know what I'll be doing. I guess I need to think about it.

I think I want to just go stare out the window for a while, and kind of process what's been going on with me.