(diaryland) June 15, 2006 - 5:55 p.m.

I worked for an entire year on an intricate piece of music. It was getting shitloads better. I played it in a concert. I asked people questions about it. I studied its structure. I learnt it off by heart. I made it go real fast. I had one day to go until I was going to play it in an exam.

I decided to have a cup of coffee that day. Diane gave me a busted jar of coffee on Sunday, and I wanted to try it, but first of all, I had to get all the broken glass out of the lid.

That was when I pierced my right index finger with a giant shard of glass.

At least I had a good excuse for playing badly. I got a doctor's certificate.

Oh, yeah, and I never did have that cup of coffee.