Yesterday I worked a full day, went home and did as much work for the fruit trees and the garden as the rain would allow, and then went to Music Hates You practice, where I played drums so hard that I put the bass drum beater through the bass drum head. Bass drum heads are made of mylar- a petroleum-based plastic (aren’t most plastics petroleum based?) film similar to kevlar, the stuff they make bullet proof vests out of. It’s unusual to break one. What’s really remarkable is that this is the third or fourth time it’s happened in my twenty years of drumming.
Then I went to Casa eponymous, where he and I tried to figure out how to take over the world(‘s media).
Sleep? I jammed a couple hours of it in there somewhere.
I’m not a workaholic. I can quit any time I want.