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Saturday, August 28, 2010 . 8/28/2010 06:22:00 PM


I miss my piano.

I miss playing Sonatinas (aka The Spider Song, Raurau) on it.

I miss playing my simple renditions of Simple Plan and Green Day and Final Fantasies. 

I miss playing it when I'm happy and sad and angry and frustrated and depressed and delighted.

I miss creating funny music on it to make people laugh.

I miss getting lost in my music.

I just miss my big black and white baby...