Stop me if you've heard this one

Why does music sooth the savage beast? I don't know the answer to this - I only know the truth behind the rhyme. What once was a case of red rum, now jello on my tongue. My belly is full, and my beard is itchy. I ache with soreness and cough with delight. Nothing makes sense and I have a Dent in my head. Mish mash this, that, and the other. Really, I don't like fish but it's worth saying thanks and so long for it all.

I don't know where that shit came from. It dawned on me today that I have no idea how to play the guitar anymore. Funny thing is that I once had the skillz to pay the billz, but I'll be damned if the ol' brain has what it takes to create. Never has I guess. More to the point, I do like music and I have a decent understanding of how it behaves, I just can't seem to put 2 and 2 together to make 4.

I think I'm gonna grow my hair out. Alown says I should go for the Alan Cox Unix look, but I don't think I could handle keeping that clean. Had a hankering to change the color again, but I don't think that goes well in the professional world. Also seem to have learned that the problem with growing up, is that when you finally do and people expect you to get up early and be responsible all day... it doesn't leave much time to do fun things. Even now, at midnight, it's past my bedtime. Past... my... bed time. Think about that. Midnight. Past bedtime. Ugh...