First day on the job, and where's Brandon on this thing?

Today is my first day as a working human being. I mean, I've had jobs before, even a few that seemed like they could proceed to a career but none panned out because of school. Now that I've graduated -- I think I did, but question that every day -- things seem a bit more stressful. I need to find a job, I need to pay my bills, I need to buy a new toothbrush, get that hamster out of there; things like that. It's annoying. And having accepted a job that has nothing to do with the degree I received doesn't exactly sweeten the deal. I’m quaking but unshaken, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, last night Brandon, Patrick and I carried my Wurlitzer down into my basement; the thing's a beast. Hopefully in our next practice we'll be able to integrate some sounds into some songs, and with the foot pedals now working every song needs a keyboard and some local anesthetic.

Lastly, Brandon needs to sign on and post something to this thing. Does a lone dove cry? I don't know, but if you slap it in the face enough times I'm sure it'll get angry and try to peck your eyes out and poop all over. If you’re not sure what that has to do with this situation you may also need to take a shower.

Think about it.