Despite two hours of sleep and an unaccustomed regimen of physical exercise this morning, I feel only sleepy and not physically exhausted. I could hardly keep my eyes open during Ling; the yoga high had worn off by then, I guess. It's a pity, because that class requires the most concentration of any I'm currently taking. Maybe it's because I'm sleepy that the two unusual random meetings I had in the ten minutes after Ling seem so weird. First, I ran into Dan, which never happens randomly on campus. Then, as I passed the wall separating Hamman Hall's driveway from the rest of campus, Dolly appeared in my path. She cooperated when I told her to sit, and Prince was only a little more recalcitrant, so I got them both by the collar before anyone ran them over. I couldn't get both of them and the bike across the street without some danger, so I called Mama and she took them home in the van. Turns out they broke the string holding the now-fixed gate closed.
It's been surreal, but not as much as it usually is when I'm this sleepy. I had to breathe a lot more than I'm used to this morning; maybe my brain is functioning better because of it. I think I will sleep some more anyway.
Ha! Dan just called to say he made himself cry with the emotion of his recording. I wasn't going to say it before, because I'm trying to avoid being perceived as a sap :P, but I teared up during the performance and the first time I heard the recording, too. His Faure is definitely my favorite from the concert, and not because of his technical achievements, which are considerable. He's really a money tenor. I don't know how he does his best in performance. I'm the exact opposite, vocally (though deadlines and stress are great for any other artistic pursuit of mine). He doesn't need luck at his Brevard audition this afternoon. I'll send him good anti-jaw-tension vibes while sleeping.
Runthrough tonight! I'll have to practice in the skirt.
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