Last night after I busted my gramophone I was really upset so I went out for a walk in the gusting blizzard to take my mind off of it. It was quiet and peaceful and I could see the tracks where the rats had run through the alley, and even the holes where they had burrowed under the snow.
Today I feel a little better. I went down to the antique store but they were closed, so I will return tomorrow when they open. On my way home I passed a Christmas/antique fair so I went up to the guy at the door and asked him if anyone inside was selling gramophone springs. He gave me an amused look and then he took me to some of the people inside and I got some more amused looks (you need a what?) but no help regarding a replacement part. I will not give up!
Then I baked a cheesecake. I've never made one before, so I'm hoping it turned out alright.