Piano Dreams

Sometimes I have this reoccurring dream that I’m about to perform an incredible piano concerto at a recital.  Except, as I sit down I realize I have no fucking clue how to play the piano (actually though, I have no clue).  I sit there, frozen, and debate whether or not I should try to wing it and sound like a mentally handicapped goat walking over bubble wrap, or if I should just stand up and try to make a joke out of it.

And then I wake up, so the self-argument is a moot point.

That is all.  Just had an urge to share this nugget of philosophy with you.  Happy hump day.


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