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Not bad, not bad. Though it was just our luck that the timpanist would drop something so loud, in the middle of a really quiet childrenschoir part. But it was still fun. I really, really like the anvil. I wish there were female orcs. Or, you know. That I had an anvil.

YAY for lots of cool people coming, and coming out after. Robert the computergeek D&Dnerd exuncleinlaw (uncle) came, and liked it, and is here now, trying to fix our printer. He wants a LotR marathon, too. Yay. I showed off my new toys and he said he has feet and feet of the cable I need so I can have both computers be online at the same time.

That was a really, really good salad. I think I might not eat the burrito tonight. We'll see about tomorrow. I still have to call the driving people about another lesson. I want to be on the same level. In the same car. Too much apart. I know, whinewhinewhine. But agh. Dependency.

KASHMIR!

For some reason, the thought of living in my own space with the small pile of possessions I can fit there and having to deal with my own schedule and keep my own appointments really makes me feel feral. It's not like I'm rebelling against my mom, or even moving more than across the street (dorm assignments are supposed to come tomorrow, but the farthest away I could possibly be is two long blocks). But the whole independence/responsibility thing, I think, is a kind of default shift. Makes me wary-but-confident.

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I have 1.8 days of music on this computer. Bwah. Been feeding it cds all day.

Robert took Mama for a ride in his spiffy little yellow convertible, cause she hadn't had one yet (I got one the night of graduation. It's as fun as Bill's bike). But now Reggie is gone, and I will go to sleep, and so will my computer.

Feelin' inspired

I could be doing so many productive things...

I need to copy out what I have of the quartet into parts so they can read it whenever the meeting is (which is... when?) without crouching over one tiny piece of music.

I need to figure out what the heck I'm doing with that wacom Azhmet bathhouse scene on the imac, cause I just drew a much better one in my sketchbook (PERSPECTIVE! Victory!).

I need to get rid of all these weird little ideas in my head for the Ailurian story overhaul.

I need to transfer all my Word documents on the imac over here. And photoreferences.

I need to write all those ballad tunes for the Five (and a poem for one), the Songs To Be Sung By Oneself, and Res Mira.

I need to expand the dictionary.

I need to get the leather out and design a bag for this computer and its toys.

Instead, I'm going to sit here and daydream. Or maybe I will write whatever happened in the picture I just drew.