Stop. Collaborate. Listen.

I got electronic drums and a kick pedal tonight. The drums didn't come with a rack, so now I have to get a rack too. I'm setting up this half-assed thing and I have no clue what I'm doing in the first place. My first night with these drums is ultimately fruitless. Fran went with me and played around on the drums. He's left-handed, like me, but he can play a regular drum kit; he plays what he calls "open-handed." I don't know if I want to play as well as he; it's a pretty high aspiration. I watched him play some music he'd been working on with his band, his odd meters. And then I grabbed a set of Roland electronic drums.

I'mw atching Ghost Hunters by myself and it's totally freaking me out. Cuz you know me, I'm a real wuss when it comes to this. I wonder if I'll be able to sleep just fine. The dudes upstairs are hearing knocking noises and a flashlight gets turned on. And then two women are downstairs talking to ghost children and I'm just freaking out or something! They're now in like an office or something and these two guys who had the knocking and flashlight thing are going around with EVP machines.

"Turn that light out."

"Hold on a sec. I thought I saw something move."

"What?!"

I bet it was just a rat.

I've been in a Modest Mouse mood. They're on my laptop, and one of the CDs in my car. I always want to listen to Modest Mouse in the spring. I wonder if it means anything.

I'm sorry I haven't been around to coment much. It's just that time of life.

My eyes are falling shut. But I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep. I'm such a wuss.