I somehow misplaced that e-mail you sent me way back responding to my e-mail about how my girlfriend saw you at the Starry Plough playing violin. I said I was going to respond to it later, but since I lost it... I think you asked who my girlfriend was. Her name is Noelle and she had gone out with friends to celebrate St. Pat's day (I don't like beer and I didn't wanna go) and saw you. You also asked me about my instrument-playing. I played drums in a punk band (two, actually) called The Hypochondriacs; the other band was Less Miserables. But, with my R.S.I., it's not so much an option, though I may try again by trying to lead my playing with my left hand instead of my right hand. Also, I'm planning on using voice recognition software at home which might let me hands completely heal. How's work been lately? I still don't like my workplace much, but it'll work 'til I find an opportunity to do what I'd really like to do.