I know, I know. I'm not updating very often as of late.
I apologize to anybody who reads my little blog. (All 2 or 3 of you...)
Crichton is doing well. Or he is until I kill him, anyway. Potty training is very frustrating, and he is pretty adamant that he is not going to cooperate. I can't wait until we get past this phase.
My band, 13 Steps, is also frustrating me. I've got this great guitar player who wants to come try out, but one of the current members is having issues with scheduling. Specifically, we schedule a practice, and then he lets his ex (or not ex, who knows...) use his truck and texts me asking for a ride. Uh...no. I'm a singer, not a taxi service. I let everyone practice at my place, foot the bill for the electricity, and put up all the ads, yet somehow I am expected to do more. Not happening anymore.
I'm also still looking for a drummer. Apparently they are a rare breed anymore.
Also, I'm playing unhealthy amounts of Hellgate: London in between bouts of fixing things around the house. It's like a futuristic Diablo. Shocking, since it's made by the same guys who made Diablo, and then split from Blizzard to form their own software company.