I'm just plain sick of work. By the time I reach home, I'm too punctured to enjoy doing anything else. But at times, I find guitar re-stringing rather therapeutic; I'd do it even if it's late at night with the possibility of the supernatural keeping me company- just don't disturb me while I'm having quality time with my darlings. Hey, what time is it? Above: My 50s Tribute LP + a set of .0095s.