Eight days a week while my guitar gently weeps

I’m sitting here, Romilly asleep on the couch behind me, and I have a serious problem.

It’s not the sort of thing I’d normally discuss on my website, but I think it’s important that I come clean. It’s an issue that may very well change the way you think about me.

Romilly prefers the early Beatles songs, I prefer the later ones.

What’s a guy to do?