Journey through broken fingers - week 1

Week 1

Total time: 27min

Method: yousician

Time left: 9k hrs, 23min

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Dealing with my brain is kind of like dealing with a bratty child, trying to coerce it to do its homework.

“Come on, Timmy, you need to do your homework now! Mrs. Wigglebottom will be very upset if you don't do your homework for tomorrow!”

In the meantime, Timmy is playing on his SNES, his nose an inch away from the TV: “I dun wanna!”

I then try a logical approach, as any adult does: “why don't you want to do your homework, Timmy?”

“Homework's not fun! I dun wanna do homework!”

“But if you don't do your homework, Mrs. Wigglebottom will be very upset. Do you want to make Mrs. Wigglebottom upset, Timmy?”

“I dun care. Mrs. Wigglebottom is mean. I dun wanna do homework.”

“Timmy, Mrs…”

Before I try to present my next argument - the correlation between school, having a job, money, and videogames, Timmy loses his shit and turns into a godforsaken tornado of snot, throwing things around and screeching like a banshee. I retreat, since I know that I can't handle this level of idiocy and might resolve to violence. I pour myself a shot of grain alcohol and wonder what sins I've committed that brought Timmy upon this world. The revolver in my nightstand starts looking more and more attractive.

To be fair, there were some things beyond my control which ate up a lot of time. When I went out to buy the Fender PM-3, on that day was a marathon that brought most of Tel Aviv into a standstill. Cabs had to take an hour long detour, driving either around the starting point or the finish to get to where I needed to go. Despite governmental promises everything would go back to normal at 11:30, then 12:30, I got out of there maybe at 15:00. I ran out of smokes some days before and was struggling to meet ends, barely rolling more than a day's worth. It was the first time in quite a while since I could sit down and roll a massive pile. Lastly, I had a meeting with my therapist.

On Saturday I had trouble bringing myself into the rolling zone and was more concentrated on Reddit.

And then came my time to visit my father, and afterwards, D&D. At least I managed to squeeze something out.

This sounds more like a man with erectile dysfunction being proud of getting half a boner, doesn't it?

Hell, this was supposed to be published yesterday…

Sigh.

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