I Don't Want to Work, I Just Want to Bang On the Drums All Day

Yesterday was on one of my less productive days, and yet it had some interesting points.  Being bored of Minecraft I decided to play my drums, which have been collecting a fine layer of dust for four years.

 

As you can see it's a bit cramped, but this photo shows the layout of my room a little bit. It's the 3rd floor loft of a town house.  My fencing rapier is on the wall and you can see a bunch of Boba Fett stuff on the far right.  Anywho, while playing the drums I saw something fall off the wall towards the stairs but didn't think much of it.  I actually forgot about it until my mom came home and found it.

Turns out the missing object was a little ceramic dragon given to me by an ex-girlfriend, the one who tried to kill herself and has a crazy family.  So I'm not really sure if I care enough to try fixing this:

Perhaps it means something. Like I need to keep things farther from the edge of the wall while drumming.  I try not to tie too much symbolism into daily events, but maybe it has to do with me trying to move on.  I'm not officially dating anyone, but there's someone I might be willing to try it with.  Downside is that it would be long distance though.