Music makes life bearable. I went home early from work yesterday ,turned up the volume to an un-neighborly level, changed clothes and bounced around my apartment like a manic monkey. London's Calling! Jump up and down!
Then I plugged in my guitar and felt even better. I hurt my thumb a few weeks ago and haven't been able to play at all, which has been driving me (even more) insane. Played for a long time. So long that I missed the the midnight beer-sales deadline.
Wound up drinking those wine coolers that've been sitting in the back of my fridge since my last date, which I think was around 1989.
This damncube is a bad place to be hung-over.
I wish I could bring my guitar to work. Next weekend I will, since I'm the only person in the entire office and I literally have nothing at all to do except wait for the phone to ring.
It never does.