03.06.2005 || 09:15

Bloody Sunday

So I took the Métro to get my bass, and discovered that it takes less time than driving does. Oh, and my bass works the way I don't remember her ever working, so I guess it was $226 well spent. I have to practise a lot over the next couple of days, though. Just to get used to her again because the lower action feels so different.

In less pleasant news, she wants to speak to me. To-day. Before work. This is the last thing I want to do, believe me. I'm supposed to be moving on. *She's* supposed to be moving on.

I hope this doesn't kill to hard.



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