I use my black cat as a ghost spotter.

When I first banged my sticks on the drum in my chorus teachers drum room I felt a sense of all my anger releasing and going out of my sticks. I would watch the boys play pink panther. Over time they taught me here and there how to play notes of this or that. The opening to the pink panther. I knew that this was a hobby that I could pursue and wanted to pursue. One Christmas, as I was opening my Christmas presents in front of my family, I opened a practice pad. Then followed by two sticks. I knew drum sticks when I saw them. I squealed with joy and hugged both of my parents. The first song I seriously played to when I took lessons at Campana was Under My Thumb by the Rolling Stones.

I had a great day yesterday. Valentine's day was excellent. My boyfriend bought me some spider lilies. He knows all about space and black holes and likes all kinds of music.