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That was a more-hectic-than-the-usual-hectic rehearsal for Andrew's recital tomorrow (today, I guess). I still miss them (ha). I will practice the song at every opportunity tomorrow... Which basically amounts to over lunch. I am at work now and will be till class, and class goes till lunch, then more class till lesson, then I assume rehearsal at PVA until the actual recital (5:30 Alessandro Recital Hall, peeps. Come see a budding Rostropovich + Webern). So, it will be hard, but I am not terribly stressed about it. I am not particularly stressed about anything except the pain in my stomach, and that's not so bad I can't ignore it most of the time.

I went to the opera tonight. Carmen dress rehearsal. My former German professor played Lillas Pastia (a nonsinging role). That was pretty cool. Micaela is such a thankless role. Nobody cares about her. Including me. The singer was decent, I guess. I adored the Escamillo, was impressed with the Don Jose, and didn't object much to the Carmen. The fact that mama's car was gone when we tried to go home, on the other hand, I do rather object to...

We took the train and sat across from the chatty voice major party. Mama used Bryce's car to take me to the RMC (letting people park in the driveway has some advantages). I was half an hour late for work, and I hadn't brought my phone or my wallet (glad they didn't check me for a valid fare item), so I couldn't tell Carl what was going on. I hate making him stay later than 11. I don't particularly like being late to work. And there was a lot of stuff to edit, too. I just now got the box empty.

So that was weird. And some of the stories are weird this week. Check them out tomorrow, ricethresher.org.

My neck hurts, so badly. Ow. The opera definitely exacerbated the stretching issues, and I reallyreallyreally want to pop the several vertebrae I know I could get with an easy turn of my head.

Homework time. I actually need to get it done tonight, for the most part.