Yeah, I guess she finally had enough, and suicided. I think unless you're seriously physically disabled, there is no excuse for suicide. I know people have it hard. Hard times come, and bad things happen. But suicide is depriving yourself of the potential for future good, and depriving the world of the good you can add to it. There. Stepping off the soapbox now.

I started learning clawhammer banjo this weekend. I'm excited about it, I feel like I'm picking it up pretty quickly. My fingers are sore, though. Left index from holding notes, and right index where it meets the nail, from hitting the strings.