In which my hand feels like it’s about to fall off, but I can still type.

So I haven’t played guitar regularly since… well, ever. I guess I played a lot when I was about sixteen, for a year or so, but then I got really into voice and sort of stopped.

Today I played my new guitar for a couple of hours. Not in a row, of course, but a few times, each until my left hand started spasming in interesting ways and my fingertips all turned purple. I just put my guitar down and a vein serving my left hand is pumping like mad trying to feed the muscles in my palm and fingers. It feels really odd.

But I wrote a little song. Well, some nice changes, at least, and a lead and maybe a few lyrics. And a bitchin’ vamp.

Christ, my hand hurts. No more typing!

Last night at rehearsal we didn’t do any music. We watched the video (*groan*) and then stayed up talking (and raiding PK’s rather extensive chocolate stash) until twelve thirty. We’ll make music again at Sunday’s practice.