He is still not talking to me. I still don’t know why. I am still receiving grunts to any question thrown in his direction. Sigh. Thus my prolific writing at the moment. You see? Some good comes from every situation… it’s forcing me to stretch my writing muscles.
At least he’s playing some lovely classical music. I have to admit, though, that his behaviour pulls out the teenager in me. In full force. It makes me want to blast some particularly loud heavy metal from my computer.
Do you think he’d appreciate a couple of tracks from Rage Against the Machine?
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