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Oh, joy. What's left of my poor car.

Today, I sound like I’ve smoked for 23 1/2 years. My voice is almost totally gone, gone, gone … yuck. This cold came as another luckless reality in a series of not just unfortunate, but tragic and ridiculous events since Halloween, when I lost my car to a completely preventable wreck. I wasn’t behind the wheel, for those of you who asked.

Believe it or not, this week’s craziness involves information too sensitive to post here (it sounds ridiculous, but …). Said craziness started with a car crash and ended this weekend with me losing my voice to this goddamn stress-induced cold. In between were sleepless nights, thousands of dollars of debt, mysterious voicemails and a few super-pricey collect calls. Despite the insanity, I think things will settle into place, mostly thanks to help from friends, former co-workers, new co-workers and a little rest.

Now, stranded at home with a smashed-up car, I’m craving a little musical therapy. I’ve decided to save up  for an little upright piano. I’ve settled for playing the guitar today, but there’s something so much more satisfying about leaning your body’s weight into the keys of a nicely tuned piano. You feel the vibrations thrum through your fingertips, your arms and every muscle along the way before they settle into the left side of your chest as a rhythm.

It’s beautiful. And I think working for a bank has made me feel like I’m totally depriving my creative side. After I finish off paying the debt incurred this week, I think I’ll get that piano. And a drum set. In the meantime, I’ll just scroll through the classifieds to see if something catches my eye.

Fuck. Does she look totaled to you?

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