House M.D. is a temporary mood cure. But now that it's worn off I don't know whether I'm sad or irritated.
No actually, I'm just stuck wondering what the hell happened.
So I am going to make friends with my baby again. Hello 琵琶 I haven't touched you in a year. Or more. I don't even remember. All the awesome muscles in my fingers are gone. Oh well. Another of the things I'm going to pick up again when the dastardly As are over and done with.
I mean, who needs friends when you've got these awesome non-living things to keep you company? They don't even require maintenance. Leave them aside for a few years and they don't change. Nothing changes. Easy, isn't it.
I'm not effing making sense.