I'm not Jesus

After the test of hardly any doom at all, I went to lunch with Dan at Sid (with a sullied conscience for being unable to do anything for an injured mourning dove on the way from Shepherd). There was a blood drive going on, and Dan had class at 1, so I figured I'd try it. Apparently what happens when someone sticks a needle in my elbow and I pump my fist is that I burst into hysterical laughter and am unable to stop the tears of mirth for as long as it takes to get to Shepherd after having given a pint. And the giggles threatened to hijack my Shepherd Singers rehearsal, too. Since I hadn't eaten or drunk anything like they tell you to (I was 5 minutes late for Latin), and the lightheadedness was beginning to influence my balance, I went to the snack machine and blew my day for being good on peanut M&Ms. Gave me an excuse to eat cake later; my day was blown. Nothing like Dan's, though. Augh, the... just, ahh.

Straight from Chorale to Farwell's studio, where I discovered both Lazy Afternoon and The Summer Knows in the books Dan got out of the library at Tom's behest to learn some standards. I sat there and went into raptures of the chords, the chords, until Stephan's plea for company recalled me to the library, and then home to show him the raptures I had discovered. I ended up, as I always do, showing him more than just a few raptures, and then we went to his house ostensibly to accomplish some theory homework. We did several West Wing episodes instead, and I ate half of the rest of Andy's cake. I'm beginning to regret that... We accomplished very little indeed, until Dan called to say they were coming to get me for Capote downtown. I went, and was surprised to see Trevor and Dave Dallas there, but I retained my rather proprietary place at Dan's side. The dumpage, the letter, the terrible day all conspired to break down his resistance, and he rather blubbered, and I was glad to be there. And to be there when Stephan and the other Dan took him on in a Gay Theology showdown. I couldn't keep all my own blubberage internal, but I don't think they noticed. There seems to be less of a nuclear detente and more of a sibling rivalry between Dan and Stephan now; it's a relief, because I... what? I ... need ... both of them. And it's easier to do things all together. Like theory. They can argue and I can do the work.

Still not Jesus

Ridiculously lazy day, until what must needs go on now. I slept away the afternoon, with a small break to find Dan a standard to sing for studio (he stayed with My Funny Valentine, after falling asleep and not hearing most of the ones I played him). Dear Dan, get some more sleep. Don't stay up too late with Jenny. Sleeping is good. I certainly did a lot this afternoon. I woke up in time to go to the second half of the mandatory Syzygy concert (William Bolcom; amazing, PVAers, find his stuff; it's no-boundaries out the wazoo), hang out doing nothing productive at Stephan's house, and bring Stephan back to my house to make a copy of the empty homework page (except none of the printers worked, once again, so he wrote it down by hand).