I'm house-sitting. Alone. Bored out of my tree. My job lasted through October; now I am waiting to find out if Grove City will find room for me.
I have tendonosis in both arms, carpal tunnel in my wrists, and adhesions ...
[This divorce thing is bizarre]
... on my muscles.
[An add for the XBox 360 depicts an adolescent boy with the brains carved out of his head. He sits staring blankly at the screen, his mind an empty shell with floating objects in it.
The divorce was a blind.]
So basically my body gave up trying to repair the muscles I damaged while practicing and just covered them with scar tissue.
I give up piano.
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