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.
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with the correct mood, restring can be quite enjoying actually... :)
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