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8 January 1999
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i had a terrible night last night. one of those nights where yr lying in bed and whatever you do you just can't get comfortable. my joints hurt. my skin was extra sensitive. bleh. at about 430 i got up and took some tylenol and some sudafed, and the rest of the night, the little that was left of it, i actually got some sleep. and i actually felt pretty good when i woke up, so they must have been some quality hours.
so i get email today from the company that i ordered my guitar case from. one my credit card number is invalid. and two the cases are on backorder. it would kinda be nice to have something to carry my guitar in, since classes start on monday, and my first class is actually my guitar class. so i look at the website for every musical instrument/equipment dealer i can find. only one of them lists cases for ovations, so i call them, and they're out of stock too. so i check ovation's website for local dealers. turns out there's three in austin other than the store where i bought my guitar. i call the nearest one, and after being put on hold forever with one of the worst hold tapes i've heard, they tell me they have two cases in stock. so hopefully they'll still be there by the time i get to their store.
so i got a guitar case. that's good. and while i was there waiting for the clerk to dig it out of the storeroom, i poked around the guitars and found some more things to covet. that feels wrong in a way. wanting things. even if they are art making things.
so i get email today from the company that i ordered my guitar case from. one my credit card number is invalid. and two the cases are on backorder. it would kinda be nice to have something to carry my guitar in, since classes start on monday, and my first class is actually my guitar class. so i look at the website for every musical instrument/equipment dealer i can find. only one of them lists cases for ovations, so i call them, and they're out of stock too. so i check ovation's website for local dealers. turns out there's three in austin other than the store where i bought my guitar. i call the nearest one, and after being put on hold forever with one of the worst hold tapes i've heard, they tell me they have two cases in stock. so hopefully they'll still be there by the time i get to their store.
so i got a guitar case. that's good. and while i was there waiting for the clerk to dig it out of the storeroom, i poked around the guitars and found some more things to covet. that feels wrong in a way. wanting things. even if they are art making things.