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I got in my car this morning and the damn lock wouldn't allow the door to shut. I finally got it shut and took off for work. When I arrived here, I spent the next 15 minutes trapped inside the fucking car because the lock was jammed.

On a good note, my movies from netflix arrived yesterday.

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I told Mark that I was going to start playing the clarinet again. He got excited and told me that he had a clarinet I could have if I wanted. I explained I already had one, but he told me about his anyway. Mark is pushing 50 years old. When he was in middle school, his clarinet broke. His mom rented him a nice wooden clarinet, but he started borrowing the school instrument and never bothered to open the rental. Apparently, the rental was completely forgotten because it still sits in his mother's house in one of the closets, in its case, still in its plastic wrapper. A 35+-year-old, never-before-used, wooden clarinet. If it's the right brand, that thing will be worth some money.

I went to the instrument store today to buy some reeds (my car doors are now defrosted thanks to some sun that has been shining in spite of the snow that has constantly fallen since I got to work) and told the man behind the counter about Mark's clarinet. When I told him how old it was and how it was still wrapped up, he blanched. I expect it'll need to be re-corked and might need new pads. I just hope the wood hasn't warped or cracked. I can't wait to see it!

Rico reeds have way cooler cases now than they had when I was in high school.