Seriously, our thermostat is set that low, and I'm sweating.  I probably sweat all the time (most of us do) but the air is so wet as to not evaporate that sweat, so it just collects.  Now, I'm gross, and even moreso than normal.

I wanted to play Bill today, but humid times are not fun for stringed instruments.  Not only do stringed instruments have a marked inability to hold tune in humid weather, but playing them in such conditions is much akin to playing with turds in wet mud.  Eventually, everything gets squishy and wet, things run together, it's quite unpleasant and general grossness prevails.

Amy just called from work a few minutes ago.  She was supposed to work a short shift because of the holiday, but her coworker was told not to show up.  Luckily, they got that fixed... but she was looking at a 10 hour shift instead of a four hour shift.  I think it would have been a true testament to America on America's birthday, that being taking a massive dump on a hard working underpaid employee, but I would rather have my wife at home than witness an ironic political statement.  I seek my interests first, and therefore am a true American.

I really wanted to play Bill, and I wanted to mess with Garageband to do some recording.  I can already play a mean "Buffalo Gals" and I wanted to experiment with meshing instruments together using modern technology.

Turds and mud, children.... turds and mud.  Is my living room supposed to be foggy?