It might have motivated me to actually play an instrument.

I mean, with as much as I love Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, and Hall & Oates, you’d think I was a stoner. But I’m not. Much to many a people’s chagrin.

What I am is unmotivated to actually learn to play guitar. As much as I fantasize about doing it, I can barely get out of bed in the morning to get coffee, let alone undertake learning chord progressions and scales and finger positions. Mmm… coffee sounds good.

So, yesterday, Holliday Island began the transformation. I destroyed the guest room. And am turning it into Sin Nombre Press, my letterpress shop. The front room is now the living room and the old living room is becoming the library. And the kitchen is becoming the same kitchen as before the transformation. For now. Until that IKEA trip happens and then… shit gets real.

That all said. I really can’t sit around typing at you when my house is totally wrecked. You should see the living room. I mean library. Dammit. That is going to take some getting used to.

Anyways, off to organize. More soon. ~SC