Oct 30, 2005 16:03
Dear Piano, minor keys, and sight-singing:
Hate you all.
I have spent the past two days taking every reasonable measure to attempt to understand you, even going so far as to cut into my own sleeping time and wake up early to work with you. Have you budged so much as an inch? No, of course not. Why would you do that when I have an exam tomorrow?
No love,
Jazzy
piano,
sight-singing,
music,
exam