Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

I was distracted throughout dinner, making notes from time to time but mostly just staring into space and picking at my food. Well, actually I managed to eat a ton, I just was too distracted to notice. Everyone left me alone. I guess they knew me well enough to know when to just leave me be.

Or maybe I actually said something like “I’m not here right now, leave a message,” and they knew me well enough to respect it. Either way.

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