Thirty Seven Minutes

I've only managed 37 minutes of recording today. I'd practiced the guitar part earlier on; it's very hard because it involves hammering-on with my left pinky which is double-jointed, and I have to send the brain signal to it every time I use it: 'Do not bend in the wrong direction!'. I'm getting the hang of it, and thought it was worth recording the clumsy riff just so it feels as though I've achieved something today.Alas, next door's yappy dog started yapping in a chaotic counter-rhythm as soon as I pressed 'record', and although it's stopped now, I've been thrown off my stride by the disruption. It barks at the squirrel, which seems to enjoy baiting the dog when it's not nicking the bird seed from my back yard. Oh, the adventures!Today's song has worried me because I think I've gone Ordinary. Quite often, bands and artists that I like Go Ordinary and then I don't like them any more. I had to get off the bus three stops early this morning because it wasn't coming all the way up the…