#53 - Misplaced efforts.

I had nothing else to do this morning except sleep so I went down to the music practice rooms to see what I could churn out.

...uh, yeah. What a waste of oxygen molecules. I think I'll stick to writing song lyrics for now until my music muse comes back. And why was it so damn cold in there? You can't play the damn piano if your fingers are freezing to the marrow!

Also, apparently there's supposed to be "strong storms" today with a high of 63 degrees...? Love you too, Chicago.

-Reileen
all of my yesterdays spill like pearls from my eyes