  Is it possible to be addicted to playing the piano? It seems to be the only thing I want to do lately. That usually only happens when I extremely happy or really depressed (as in depressed, not sad) and I'm really not either right now. I mean, I'm happiER, but not HAPPY exactly. I've had too many fights with Mamita to actually be HAPPY. But I'm definitely not even close to a little bit sad. Or mad. Or whatever. I just want to play the freaking piano.
ALL the time. Literally, I've been on it almost five hours and then I come in here and work on homework or post on the blog or eat when my arms get to tired to hold their own weight. I have really low blood pressure. 110/70. Isn't that weird? Rosie should understand that one. 
