I don’t know if you’d call it a regret, but it certainly is a lesson that a president must be mindful of, that the words that you sometimes say. … I speak plainly sometimes, but you’ve got to be mindful of the consequences of the words. So put that down. I don’t know if you’d call that a confession, a regret, something.
Hey George, the rest of us figured this out in kindergarden. Next time, try something new, and think FIRST.
Ugh. Today has been a very slow day. The weather has been poor all week long, and it’s raining now. Dreary, dreary, dreary, although it is a lot warmer (60’s). Doesn’t help that I may be a bit tired as well, tho I can’t readily admit this, as my wife would be quick to give me another “That’s what happens when you stay up too late playing video games with your friends” lecture. :^)
Decided against selling the guitar. Even if I never played it again — which is extremely unlikely — it would even be worth more as a wall decoration than to deal with the hassle of shipping it to some anonymous bidder halfway across the country. Maybe later in the summer I’ll finally get around to getting it setup to take care of the fret buzz, and see what happens from there.