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2005-08-07 - 10:07 a.m. I opened up my violin case at the luthier's studio, and felt a bit ashamed revealing my battered old lady in front of all the gleaming instruments hung on the walls. He pursed his lips and frowned. "I need new pegs," I said. "And anything else you thinks need doing. It's only for me to play at home, but I don't want it to fall into disrepair." He grunted. "It's already in a state of disrepair, with this tailpiece. Look, this tuners destroy the strings." He paused. "I'm afraid it'll cost about $300." I shrugged. "That's fine. I just want it to work well again." So, in a few weeks or so, I should get my violin back, with new pegs and a new tailpiece, and ready to play again. And by god, after spending a big chunk of money on it, I'm going to play it. It's going to be re-strung, so I'm looking foward to how it's going to sound, and the (hopeful) ease with which I shall retune it. I'm sure it will fill you with delight to know that my foot fungus has almost disappeared, due to the wonders of tea tree oil. That stuff kills almost everything - it's amazing. And my face is clearing up as well. All is right with the world and my skin, until the next strange disease comes along. I was in a terrible mood yesterday. We were trying to clean out and rearrange our spare room, and I was snapping and snarling, and periodically stomping out of the room. I hate that moment in cleaning when it seems like there's no end in sight, there's nowhere to put everything, and you're going to live for the rest of your life in FILTH. Cue tears and moping. Thankfully today it seems more manageable - we've put up some shelves, and we're about to start moving furniture around. West made me join him in doing a ridiculous number of push-ups yesterday, and my arms are killing me. But as long as I can keep hold of a cheerful mood, I'm sure I'll be fine.
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