I don't have much to say today, I guess. The weather is good here, but I'm still confined to the old place I usually stay. (Don't worry, it's not a hospital.) Not that I'm incapable of hanging out with friends, going round for some sightseeing or something else, but I can't think of other things or activities that might intrigue me other than staying at home, listening to the music, and do nothing….

      I know I should do something, practically, in this precious vacation, but everything seems to be too normal for me to make even a little change. Actually, I do have plans, and I'm working on them. But considering the time left behind and the time remaining ahead, I think I'll soon find myself at the end of the vacation, and again, traveling back to the place where I'm going to face multiple challenges that compress my time into an even tinier existence…

      Still, the score I vowed to fix is there, lying on the desk, with a pencil and a few lines of notes. I know, from the voice deep inside, that someday, I'm going to get the score well fixed, and that'd be the time I play it with my own hands, but I just don't know on what date my dream would come true. Well, how about wish me luck?