#162.

Feeling very nitm atm.
Got back from dad's house, to find that my little cousin had demanded to play with my guitar. his mother being very spoiling, took it down from inside my freaking closet. Top shelf. She went through a lot of trouble to get it down for the little chode muncher.
He broke the third string.
And now just when I was trying to vent out on the piano, turns out I'm having a bit of block in that department there too, messing up every two notes.
Maybe I should just get off the computer, read a bit and then go to sleep. Yeah. That's what I'll do. Sounds like a good way to end my mother fucking night.


Also need to think about ways to get the string replaced. Sighh.

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