Part deux.
So, as I was saying.... What was I saying again? Can't keep track, frankly. Give me a moment to page back through my previous utterances. Ah, yes. A day in the life. 5:30 p.m. Sifting through the mountain of complaints I've received after posting the last blog. Seems like people don't like hearing blow-by-blow descriptions of how we spend our time. Strange... because even though it seems that way, I remain convinced that they do care. Maybe it's the Zenite snuff sFshzenKlyrn plied me with earlier, I don't know. 6:47 p.m. A noise begins drifting up from the basement. At first I think it may be some kind of diseased creature, wandered in through the sewer lines in search of sweet revenge. As I move closer to the stairwell, however, I realize it's just my comrades tuning up for another rehearsal. Why don't they ever tell me about these rehearsals? (Perhaps they announce them at the band meetings that... I never... attend.... oh, yeah.) 7:01 p.m. Rehears...