Ugh, Monday again? Who needs it. Anyway, what all happened this weekend? Well there were some massive storms that passed over my neck of the woods. I was surprised to note how many people in my town had decided that they weren’t going to let buckets of rain and straight-line winds stop them from hitting the town. But who am I to talk? I went out to lunch with a friend, and dinner with the family. Then I went to lunch with my sister. I will be fat forever.
But the big news of the weekend was, of course, the fact that I changed out the pickguard on my guitar. I’ve gotten to a point where I’m having trouble making plans and seeing them through, so I feel a real sense of accomplishment over this seemingly minor victory. I bought the scratchplate, looked up an instructional video on YouTube, and then did the replacement, and only a couple of things went horribly wrong! Fuck it, I’m proud of me. (I promise I’m still wracked with self-doubt and low self-esteem, please just let me have this one thing.)