I've felt kinda down the past couple days. I thought a haircut might help. It didn't, it just made me look more like Beethoven. I have vowed that it will be my last haircut. I am tired of screwing with hair - I never should have gotten it cut in the first place. It WANTS to be long and straight and I have decided to let it be long and straight. No more fighting it. It will be happier and I will be less stressed.
I started playing my guitar again today after a long absence. My hands are very slow, and I can't remember even one entire song. This might be part of pumphead syndrome, but in any case, my illness has stolen my music from me. I used to have a footlocker full of sheet music, but no telling where that might be or if it even exists anymore.
I can barely handle the 12-string. I have a 6-string acoustic that actually has a bullet hole in it...don't ask. The damned thing won't stay tuned, even for one song. I think it needs new tuners at the very least. Anyway, I'm toying with the idea of getting another 6 string. Since the one I have is basically unplayable, and would probably cost just as much to fix as the cost of a new/gently used guitar.
I also need to get back to my toy-making, but that takes a little more concentration than I have available right now.
The whole point of this is stress relief. I could be out walking/training my Rue dog, but since I have a broken ass, I've been trying to move as little as possible. I still have pain issues - it's just that the pains have given themselves different priorities now. God forbid somebody should give me a fucking pain pill. I see the pain guy on the 23rd. Maybe he'll take pity on my broken, swollen ass, but probably not....I'm a Murphy underneath it all.
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