Down Here at the Pawn Shop...

Yes, it's true. With the help of the stalwart Vinny, I picked out a kick ass black guitar at the pawn shop last night. Not that I know how to play it of course, but that's just details. The important thing is that I will look cool trying. Hell, it even looks cool leaning up against the wall in the corner of the room. Last I night I got it home, relatively tuned, and leaned it up against the wall. I turned on my laptop and opened the assignment that is due at 8 am this morning. I looked from one to the other: guitar....paper....guitar....paper....
In the end, I picked guitar (typical). I convinced myself that I could think about my paper while I plinked, thereby accomplishing everything at once (I rule at this kind of rationalization). Papers come and go, and get handed in regardless. As this one will be, in about 15 minutes.
Speaking of Johnny Cash, a little wisdom from the man in black: "You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don't try to forget your mistakes, but you don't dwell on it. You don't let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space."