People,

Today in Rochester we are scheduled for exactly 11 minutes of light before the sun goes down at 1:15 in the afternoon. It's no way to live.

Yesterday I didn't have to work, though, which is a great way to live. Honestly, the Guitar Center is bringing me down as of late, what with the ridiculously long hours, absence of pay, stupid personal politics and bitchy customers. I think I need to figure out a way to not let it affect me, but this week I've wanted to make more than a few people eat their teeth. Oh well, maybe I'll get a big dose of Christmas cheer soon. Ho, ho, not frigging likely.

On a lighter note, your old friend may be making another pilgrimage to the land of wealth and sunshine this year to play the classic rock. Yup, the disgustingly wealthy of West Palm Beach apparently need more Joe Welsh and I am happy to oblige, although taking the time off just might get me fired. I will keep you posted.

Rock and/or roll.