So, nothing of much significance at all has happened to me in the past 24 hours, except...
I was sitting on my bed about fifteen minutes ago, practicing playing the guitar solo from Phish's song "Joy", albeit poorly. My cat was chilling in the floor, and then he started scratching and chewing on something in my floor and meowing. I was convinced that it was a stink bug or a cave cricket, so I stopped playing to investigate.
He was chewing on the page of tablature FOR the solo I was practicing! There were like, eight other pieces of tablature in the floor, and he was freaking out over that one.
Clearly my cat is a musical genius. I refuse to accept that as coincidence.
