playing guitar through the itch

Couldn’t sleep again so I got the guitar out around whatever ungodly hour it was, half to distract my hands from scratching my arm and half because I’ve been trying to actually get better at chord changes instead of just strumming the same few chords over and over. Funny how that works, the second I’m holding something with strings my hands forget they’re supposed to be clawing at my forearm. Didn’t last long though, dozed off with the guitar basically still in my lap and woke up with a red mark on my wrist that definitly wasn’t from playing (unless bar chords are secretly the enemy here). Shop’s opening late tomorrow because of it, which is fine, nobody’s banging down the door for yarn and candles at opening time anyway. Just seemed like a weirdly good trade for once, itch versus actually practicing something instead of doom-scrolling until my eyes hurt too.