People shooting, stabbing and strangling each other. The mayor calling in the National Guard. Exams!!! Mr. M recovering from surgery and not calling me. My fucked up feet not healing properly. And a thousand petty aggravations and annoyances. I'd be having a nervous breakdown if it weren't for the new Morning 40 album, Ticonderoga, which is funny and lewd and like, rawks. I've listened to it at least ten times today. It makes it seem fun to be down and out.
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Those things aren't petty annoyances at all. And to have so many of them going on at once, when any one of them alone would be trying. You deserve to escape into music. I hope it's healing for you. I know it always is for me.
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