But would I go back and change anything? Of course not.
Well, maybe a few things.
I miss my oboe.
I miss my tenor.
I miss my trumpet.
I miss my alto.
I miss my flute.
I don't play as well I do now, and I miss it dearly.
It's not a talent, it's a bliss.
I did this because I liked it.
...Oh well.
Moving on...
posted by Kat at 9:59 PM