Found out last night that the artist who used to be in our new rehearsal space (which is actually the same as my old rehearsal space) is a friend of Lindsie's, and actually moved into her old apartment. Ah, the small world of the country's third-largest city. Rehearsal was interesting, with Mike, Kev and I coming up with a riff, and Lindsie then "directing traffic" on parts. It took a little while for a comfort level to set in with that way of working, but it eventually worked pretty well. I'm ecstatic to have a place to really practice my drums, although apparently not ecstatic enough to get my butt away from the computer right now, but it's still early.

I've felt like ass most of this week. Part of it is a cold in the embryonic stages. I can feel it in the back of my throat, and have tried drowning it in tea and chicken broth so far. Part of it is what seems like a cross between the gloom of winter and the stunning lack of quality job prospects. That said, I did the math yesterday (and my taxes), and it looks like I can make it until the end of June with no adjustments whatsoever to my standard of living. And that may be enough time for all the non-traditional gigs I'm lining up to kick in and support me. One of those is finally moving towards real action, in that I'm taking a voiceover class. The downside of that being that it's two eight-week courses before I end up with a demo, but again, it looks like I have at least that long.