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News in all directions makes me heartsick. Nothing makes me feel more defeated and angry in listening/watching/reading the petty reasons that thousands of lives have been ruined and washed away. Tonight I've been cooking and washing dishes to news podcasts. What can you day in response to Republican think tank officials who are in agreement of what organizations are at fault and trying to find the most polite ways possible of saying, "I told you so..."

Today I trying following up, yet again, to the human services agency I've been dancing circles around... Dead air. It's almost now to the point that I'm taking their lack of enthusiasm personally. I've indelibly bad luck when trying to pin somebody down via voice mail, et al. Maybe I'll give AmazonRed13 a week-owed phonecall & a promise of coffee for some intel on the inside.

AlienPrincess literally ran across the flat at the sound of me practicing last night... I was noodling, varying some scale intervals and having a spot of fun making noise. The corner-lurker started coy commentary of the usual absence of my playing...ever and my hands and guitar pick withdrew. It's only fun if others' don't listen...pesky (musical) performance anxiety.

Perhaps more tomorrow, or the next day.