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[rubyredstained]

I can handle getting out of bed for a few hours a day. I can handle showers and brushing my teeth. I can handle going to the kitchen, though I have to admit nothing much happens when I am there. The thought of eating makes me ill. And I can't handle leaving the house. I can't handle making music. I haven't touched my keyboard in weeks.

Shit.

Comments

[ifgravityletgo]

About time!! This is so good that your showering again and your teeth. We should totally go out for dinner it will make you feel better.

[rubyredstained]

I...I don't want to go anywhere, Chastity.

[ifgravityletgo]

Just down to the shops! Its like a five minute walk away. Whats going to happen in five minutes? Come on, dont forget you need to exercise too.

[rubyredstained]

Chastity, I don't want to go out!!

[officiallybeige]

Hey, s'good to run into you in the halls again.

[rubyredstained]

I missed you, Joss.

[officiallybeige]

Aww.

I haven't touched my guitar or drums either. We're a house of musical constipation.

Except for Leon singing in the shower.

[thetimewehave]

I've said it before, I'll say it again: you cannot beat a bathroom for acoustics.