Typical friday; apart from the fact that I’m playing a gig tonight. Sitting in the worlds most boring networking lab dealing with questions such as:
- Calculate how many bits (N) are required to represent that number of subnets.
- Calculate SNM: make all network address bits 1 & make the N bits 1 aswell.
Riveting stuff 
its times like this I regret my inability to do anything remotely matematical. I’ll get through it though; just taking a break from it for a minute.
Gig tonight; only a wee bit nervous; printed out my first ever set list last night. Felt all professional and stuff to see my name on it. Even if it was entitled “Kens first EVER setlist FOR DUMMIES!”. Looking forward to hearing Peter Doran play aswell I’m a big fan of his solo acoustic stuff on “The Birds” demo; should be a cracker of a gig. I’m only on for approx 30 mins which is perfect. Thats all I was hoping for in truth 
Should be a great weekend; I get to pick up the mastered cd of the gig last week and finally hear what I sound like onstage lots of copies to make aswell; but only one signed one 
nothing else planned apart from that but I’m sure I’ll end up in Kev’s or wandering the town just hanging around as usual.
On a poetic note:
Creative Release:
My hand glides acroos your surface;
Satiny smooth wood as glass.
A small reverb of my touch;
echoes within.
You weight balances;
like a fine chain around my neck.
Nestling in against my chest;
Strap stretched across my shoulders.
I strike downward at first;
A sweet sound envelopes.
Strum a few notes;
Your strings sing effortlessly.
You full history unknown;
I often wonder where you’ve been.
You sit silently on my stand;
Waiting for creative release.
