So, yeah, I went back to the music store to look at that guitar again. I had every intention of using the excuse to remind myself that it's a dime a dozen guitar and that it sucks for my purposes and I don't need it. Then I could come home and be happy that I didn't get it and that would be that.
It probably has more to do with my happy place being a shambles than anything else in particular, but I'm at that point where every little annoyance, even the type I usually shrug off, is pushing me right up to the edge. Big annoyances just throw me directly over.
This diary is a rambling mess. Don't read if you're not interested in messy crap.
There are few things in this world I can truly say that about. I mean, I say it, but jokingly for the most part. But plumbing is a totally different matter. Plumbing is pure evil through and through. Plumbing thrives on the hate, yet I can't help but hate it.
For the most part, aside from some latent zipwnt issues laying about the place waiting to go off like timebombs with bad clocks, things have been sailing pretty smoothly at work. That is, until this morning.
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