Music.
I get to play again with Jeremy tomorrow night, for the first time in like... years. This is going to be the first time that I play with a real bass player in years, too. Like 2 years, at least. It makes me nervous. Mostly because I want Jeremy to like my playing.

At some point, Jeremy got better than me. It's kind of funny, because for a while I think I was as good or better than him, mostly our freshman year. Then our first year back after our missions, I think we were about on the same level. Then, something happened. Maybe I started spending too much time in front of the computer, or just spent my time on other things, while Jeremy spent his time on his bass. Maybe that's the case... I just don't remember him practicing too much. Maybe it happened one of those summers he went down to Vegas to work, and came back at the end of the summer. At any rate, at some point he got better than me, and started playing with other drummers, and ever since then, I've really wanted him to like my playing, but my playing has essentially gotten worse since then. :) Due to lots of factors, but mostly lack of playing and practicing.

It's hard to practice drums, consistently, when it's not your livelihood. Setting up and taking down the drums is costly, time-wise (only 5-10 minutes, but still... it's more than just picking up a guitar or a trumpet and wailing away, you know?). And, honestly, who wants to hear somebody, a neighbor, practicing the drums all by themselves? I know I would hate it if our neighbors suddenly took up drumming... Anyway, all that aside, I get to play tomorrow. Playing alone should be treat enough, but I want to play well. I want to make beautiful music. I like that feeling.