Musings

Dear Diary,

After much consideration, I am resolved to not fret about the loss of the gig. I was playing there for weeks on end before the challenger Harry was. Between his stress and my own ability, I am assured success in any musical endeavour. This union with Gulliver means Bluegrass music. Harry is so strung out of shape, he trashed another computer this week, a mac this time. Also, I didn't like the way he tried to use the radio interview as leverage, to bend me to his will.

If I just have faith in the regulars, the boss, and myself. The two old-boys can't sing for toffee, what's worse is their playing lacks finesse.

Being in love is like having the sun shine on you from both sides. Between this very feeling and thinking on Taoism, my study of Lao Tzu and Zhuge Liang, I remain at peace. The stress and worry is all their problem, I can still play music elsewhere in "No Electrickery" and by myself. Their's also the band with Dadio. Life is sweet for me at the moment.

I am the leader of the pack in our group assignment, I am back home, no longer a roving hobo; their dawns the hopeful ray of a blossoming relationship with a woman I connect with. No matter, no mind to the stress which I am given by Harry. It doesn't affect me, because I'm in love.

Maximus Fleximus.