Cut My Finger to Spite My Voice

Cut the fuck out of my finger yesterday. Picked up a sandwich from Schnucks and went home to eat the sandwich and get stuff ready for the studio. No scissors, so I used a knife to open the plastic. Yep. Typical "oh fuck" moment and it got a little squirty after that.

Blood all over the bathroom. The good news is I somehow managed to keep it off my work shirt. Got pressure on my finger, put like 8 bandages on it, ate my sandwich cuz dammit I was hungry...and a little dizzy by this point.

Made it back to work, took care of a few things in the afternoon and boogied out to Elgin. In keeping with the general theme of today, I spliced Four to Blow into two different songs (Puncture and TKRB)...also added a new vocal to part of the end of what is now TKRB.

Like a lot of things in this life, it made more sense last night.

Also cut the beginning of the original Three to Get Money, added a vocal, did a little judicious editing and turned it into a track called Anyone Left Standing.

Got home in time to watch a little of the Cavs/Celts with the boy. As of this blog posting, I still don't know who won.

Glad I didn't have to play guitar last night. There is no way I could've done anything useful. My finger's official game status is, day-to-day.