Piano jealousy

It sounds like someone in my apartment building may have a piano. To my surprise, I am jealous. Not wistful or envious, but jealous. I cannot remember the last time I felt real jealousy.

I do not like this. It flies in the face of reason and is ugly.

[This post was imported on 4/10/14 from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com.]

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