logicbutton | Okay, I can relax now.

I just spent thirteen minutes listening to an electronic voice read phone numbers so that I could delete all my damn voicemails. All the ones I've gotten since July. Heh. For future reference, everybody, I don't ever check my messages. I'll just call you back if I see you've called.

I had to get through them all, though, because the last one was from the repair guy telling me that my flute is ready to be picked up. I've been saying for the last couple days that I am beyond pissed off and am never taking it to him again, which I think is still true because a)"a few days" that it would be out for this itty bitty repair turned into a week, during which he didn't return my calls, and b) the way he talked to me was...eh, there's introverted, and then there's "please make eye contact or say more than the bare minimum involved in this transaction or otherwise give me SOME INDICATION that you are listening to what I am saying so that I don't think you're just going to take my flute and use it for metalworking." On the other hand, the fact that getting the phone call made me feel so tangibly relieved makes me think that I ~~am a control freak or something~~ just worry about my flute a lot. Which makes sense. When I don't have it, it feels like I'm missing an arm. Knowing that I can't practice even if I want to kind of sucks, too.