If you’ve known me long enough, you’ve thought of me as lame at least once. This is because I often don’t show up, or I don’t call, or I’m just lame in general.

I’ve been this way forever.

Sometimes I get really enthused and throw off the lame yoke for awhile. Case in point is the recording project I just did. They asked me for three weeks of commitment and I gave that. But when the project extended past that deadline, I reverted to lameness.

To wit: Sunday night Greg called and wanted me to come to town right then and rerecord eight bars of “oooh”s over the intro to a song called “I Am”. I declined, but said I’d go the next morning. They wanted me there at 9:30.

Monday morning early I got in a fight with my DH and went back to sleep after he left for work. I didn’t get up again until 11:30. (I was tired. I don’t usually sleep that late any more, but I take it when I can get it these days.) My cell phone was dead and I spent a few hours running errands in town with my dad, totally and completely spacing the recording thing.

That evening Christina emailed me to see if I was dead or something because Greg hadn’t been able to find me all day. I emailed her back. Then Greg emailed. I said I’d sneak out of the office this morning to go record, as long as it could be done in half an hour. I never heard back. I think the master finally went to Iowa City, sans eight bars of “oooh”s over the intro to one song.

So I mangaged, at the very last minute, to lame out on even this project. Gack!