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I've got enough of an idea of what I'm taking next semester that I could tell my advisor something (I know the Thresher style guide says adviser, but to me that makes about as much sense as "docter" or "canter"), so I've got a slip to get a PIN for registration.
I had too much gunk to go sing the Bell Song in front of a master class, and my neck was killing me, so I went to the chiropractor instead. Much better. And then a hot dog. With a book (I finally finished the Tome of Feminist Arthurian Literature). And now I'm not going to HSC rehearsal, because it's dumb music, my throat hurts, and I'm called for ItW anyway. So there. And I have King's Singers to listen to. Though I should probably drill some show songs.
I had too much gunk to go sing the Bell Song in front of a master class, and my neck was killing me, so I went to the chiropractor instead. Much better. And then a hot dog. With a book (I finally finished the Tome of Feminist Arthurian Literature). And now I'm not going to HSC rehearsal, because it's dumb music, my throat hurts, and I'm called for ItW anyway. So there. And I have King's Singers to listen to. Though I should probably drill some show songs.