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Trading in a fiddle for a harp... for a bathroom

I will never again claim to have Internet access or a bathroom, because something fucking always goes wrong.

The latest session of musicians to move in includes two harpists, and one of them is using the bedroom connected to my bathroom as a practice room. It was kind of nice, because I always ended up showering to harp music. It's certainly better than lunching to scratchy violins.

Last night, I was in the bathroom when Caroline came to collect the last of her stuff and then I went upstairs, forgetting that she didn't have a key anymore to lock it when she was done.

This morning, I was accosted by one of the directors of the group, who demanded that I turn my key into the office because someone had come in in the middle of the night and "touched" the harp. I don't know what that means. Is it covered in fingerprints? Or am I going to have to pay for some kind of damages done to the harp? Why a harp, of all things, the most expensive of all musical instruments?

I have no bathroom again (at least until the 16th), but this time, there's no one to blame but myself (well, and the fucking harp-touchers, but we'll never know who they are and it was my responsibility to lock the door anyway). I might move in with the other interns or sleep on Caroline's couch or just trek somewhere else for showers or something... I don't know what I'm going to do, because I've just been crying for about an hour now and haven't been capable of rational thought yet.

srah - Wednesday, 4 August 2004 - 4:48 AM
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