My fingers are quite sore. There's nothing quite as theraputic as playing instruments. I've been playing my guitar for hours. I still don't know what to name it. I think it's a girl though. If I were to go along with the whold "name it something sexy and then play it like it's sexy because that's the proper way to play a guitar" way, I wouldn't ever be able to play it.

I've been singing too, first Leaving on a Jet Plane, Chantal Kreviazuk style, then Sinead O'Connor then Shawn Colvin, then REM, then Melissa Etheridge then Simon and Garfunkel. I think out of all the songs I played tonight my favorites are Leaving on a Jet Plane, Mrs. Robinson, and No Need to Argue by the Cranberries. No Need to Argue is simple but pretty. Singing along to it makes me feel somewhat proficent, which I assure you I'm not.

I think I'm going to let the real Simon and Garfunkel take over on my little record player while I clean my room and then play some more. I adore my guitar, can you tell?