| 2:42p |
Today the hyperactive little blond person I used to boss around and shut in cupboards started university. Now he's downstairs playing his harmonica.
I'm trying to learn touch-typing again. I mean, I can (at like twenty-five words per minute, yeah), but most of the fingers I use are wrong. Shut up, I have short, low-set Mercury fingers. So I am committing myself (even though I am really, really supposed to be practising music now).
Current Mood: headache |