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Playing Muchly
Last night I was on my way home. [Bad username or site: firinel'/ @ livejournal.com]Had found that the Kit movie was going out of theatres, and we had to go all the way to Downingtown to find a theatre that was still playing it. This meant that I would loose about 3½ of time, but it was worth it to get Riordon to see the Kit movie. I thought to myself, I'll get home, and play violin for about half an hour, then do that bit of work that I need to do.
Well. I got home. Picked up my violin, and the passage of time ceased to mean anything. I played for over two hours before I put the violin down and asked [Bad username or site: firinel'/ @ livejournal.com] how long I had been playing for.
Now I am at work again, and all I can think about is practicing the Mendelssohn Violin Concerto, and playing double stop exercises and playing the Bach Partitas. I have no idea how I am going ton concentrate on work today.
Well. I got home. Picked up my violin, and the passage of time ceased to mean anything. I played for over two hours before I put the violin down and asked [Bad username or site: firinel'/ @ livejournal.com] how long I had been playing for.
Now I am at work again, and all I can think about is practicing the Mendelssohn Violin Concerto, and playing double stop exercises and playing the Bach Partitas. I have no idea how I am going ton concentrate on work today.