Number 13 is "Make Tomorrow’s List"

I'm taking guitar lessons again. I hate it.

Wouldn't it be great if that was the entire blog? Just "Hate. The End."?

I'm terrible at it, and I want nothing more than to smash my guitar in the street (followed quickly by low-grade internet celebrity, cause you know I would tape that shit and send it to everybody I know). Anyway, my guitar teacher was here yesterday, and he attempted to teach me Old Man, by Neil Young, which is all picky and complicated and even though I know like a dozen chords, contains absolutely nothing I've ever used in a previous lesson. I nod at everything he says, though, and he always looks really pleased with my progress. And then I hand him a bag of cash and he leaves.

And I don't practice, at all, until the next lesson. I'm thinking that might be a tiny part of the problem. So, today, I added "guitar" to my to-do list. I only had a few other things on there, like "laundry", "shred" (because I have a stack of pay-stubs and bank statements, and if you just throw them in the garbage, in two weeks, you're like Will Smith, running from helicopters, and having to steal shoes off dead guys and pick locks and shit. I don't remember that movie verbatim, but still: scary.), "finish yesterday's list" and "walk Bandit" (yes, I have to be reminded).

So this morning, even though I find it frustrating and boring, I played guitar, just so I could check it off the list. And then, just now, after destroying my Secret Documents, I was confused to see "guitar" still among my things to-do. And that's because, you guessed it, after plucking away at Old Man for roughly ten minutes, swearing under my breath and actually once, out loud, saying "Ugh, enough! Stupid!", I took pen in hand and marked out the word..."shred".