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(diaryland) February 11, 2009 - 11:24 a.m.

I must have dripped chicken soup on the right-hand alt key of my keyboard at work last week but I don't remember doing that. It's all dried and shiny and a little bit rough. I now use it to rub for inspiration when I'm typing.

I've got this bloody new piano student who has such a calm voice that I nearly go to sleep when I'm teaching her. She says one thing with her calm voice and then I get so relaxed I immediately nearly go comatose. I can't concentrate. All I want her to do is say things. It's addictive. Even her piano playing is a dangerously strong barbiturate. I don't think I should be allowed to drive after our piano lesson.




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