I am taking guitar lessons. Maybe you've heard me mention it?
I love my guitar, my guitar lessons, and my guitar teacher.
I do not love the pain it causes my fingers. Especially when I do the dishes shortly after practicing. I do not recommend that. To anyone. Even mortal enemies.
That's all for now. I'm still in a perpetually bad mood, only now it's escalated to the temper-tantrum throwing stage. Aren't you glad you weren't in the teacher's lounge or the library today? Trust me. You are. I might write about it soon. I might not.