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Last night I dreamt of visiting elementary school and running into another woman and lamenting in the grocery store about how much it had changed. Then we snuck into the great old abandoned mansion where the mall is. We went through a different window this time with a descendant of the house's owner and ended up in a wood-paneled sommelier's chamber, where the floor was dangerous so we had to travel over the chairs. I picked up an old worn violin and started playing the second movement of Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade with just my fingers, and the rest of the group was pretty shocked but I was weirdly nonchalant about it.
I wanna learn the violin now :(
In other news, still no library prospects, and little to no time to look for them (though I'm gonna stop by the county headquarters again today) because I'm working 40-ish hours a week now. Meh.
...ugh, I wasn't depressed about my life until I wrote this damn entry. Screw it.
I wanna learn the violin now :(
In other news, still no library prospects, and little to no time to look for them (though I'm gonna stop by the county headquarters again today) because I'm working 40-ish hours a week now. Meh.
...ugh, I wasn't depressed about my life until I wrote this damn entry. Screw it.