Fighting the Current

foreign accents to practicing... a somewhat thought train

I just practiced for an hour straight. My right wrist is hurting. I'm typing all of this with my left hand. Maybe I shouldn't have stopped. I don't know if I'll be able to restart. With any luck, maybe a few painkillers, I'll be able to write in my journal tonight. I didn't write about my daytrip yesterday, there or here. We went and had lunch with my great uncle. I haven't seen him since I was younger, when I couldn't understand him at all. His accent is very thick. Yesterday, I would have been able to understand almost all of what he said if there hadn't been a jazz band playing nearby. It was nice to see him though.

Quoting lyrics in foreign languages gets the most interesting reactions. Especially when it's not a commonly heard language...

Languages are such weird things. They're like entities unto themselves. Societies are the same way. They both have minds of their own. I could write a lot on that.

Oh yeah, I just realized I haven't yet eaten dinner. Not that I'm really hungry. I snacked a lot this afternoon.

Okay, I am now typing with both hands. The pain has subsided. As has my desire to go back to practicing. I hold the idea that if I force myself to practice too much it will cease to be of any interest to me, and then there is no point in doing it. Scales are so boring... How often are the highest notes needed anyway? The C is constantly sharp on everyone's flute (who doesn't have a certain key... which is still most instruments, mainly because NOBODY PLAYS THAT HIGH). I really don't like going between the high notes I just learned. I can't stand their tones for too long.

I should have left all of my spelling mistakes from earlier in the entry. It would have been completely unreadable. I have such a hard time typing with just one hand.

I've been compiling a list recently of my favorite words. Among them right now: delve, fiery, cathedral, attic, twilit (not twilight).

Put pizza in the stove. It's done. I'm going to go eat a belated dinner.