That's about the extent of my feelings right now.After a frustrating forty minutes or so practicing cello in the bathroom--for acoustics, mind you--I grew tired of my fail-at-life attempts to produce a pleasant sound and the putrid stench of cat litter, so I grabbed the bat and headed outdoors to wail on the punching bag out back, Dr. Pepper boxers be damned. Only to find the limb the bag hung on had fallen down, leaving my trip out in the rain and mosquitoes both fruitless and wasted.
Meanwhile, life goes on.
Hey, so that's where I put my keys...
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