Sorrow on a Friday night.

Sadness is snapping a string just after midnight when you’ve only been home an hour, have no spares in the house (and in fact don’t yet know how to string a guitar), and really really want to play. In fact, I was good all day long. I worked from home without picking up the instrument once, and made myself run errands before settling in to noodle around.

Pity I didn’t cheat, as I might have known to pick up strings from the music store on my way home.

Sigh.

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