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I got a little hyper during the last ten minutes of the show last night (which went superbly, by the way), and then heard Andrew's opinions which coincide mostly with mine. I was going to go back to Stephan's and sleep like I ought to the day after Nesday, but Dan talked me into going to Chapultepec, and then into going with him to housesit Susanne's place so he could take me to class in the morning. That was a little bit of a failure, there.
Dan let me get some clothes from Stephan's before he abducted me completely, but only enough to put the dirty ones back on after I took a shower to scrub the cake off my face and the lacquer out of my hair. I found out after the fact that there were going to be other people at Chapultepec, one of whom I hadn't met before, and one of whom got immediately drunk. So I sat there being a reticent feline until the smoke really got to me. When we got back I had to take another shower, it was that smoky.
Then, when I was beat beyond all reason, Holger (Susanne's very cute, very friendly, very needy dog) demonstrated his capacity to spread out and fill all available bedspace. Dan had turned the TV on while I was in the shower, so there was some kind of fictional murder pretrial hearing melodramatizing away, and Holger's feet were very poky, and I hadn't slept much the night before, so I retreated downstairs to a couch, where I held pillows over my ears until my heartbeat was deafening, and then tried to fall asleep without suffocating.
At least we got out of the house early enough. I had a banana and a tangerine for breakfast. Fruit is not real food, so I had the sugar shakes in VW, listening to Meghan present on Isolde and Dr. Citron quash any potentially interesting discussion. A guy presented on Welsh in Phonology, which ought to have been cool, but either I was in a state of severe annoyance already, or his voice was so nasal as to be nearly intolerable.
Tilapia and green beans at home for lunch made things better. Tonal Counterpoint was both amusing and instructive, and a coaching with Tom to make up for Monday's missed one went well enough to make fuzzy warm glowy things wake up in my stomach. I love Guastavino.
I had a meeting with my academic advisor to decided what I'll take next semester, but since the catalog's not even out yet, he kind of outlined what I need to finish my degree, and was surprised when I told him it'd be another two years, not one, because of the Ling.
I should go turn in my music for the aria concert and my PIN release form for next semester, but I'd rather take a nap in here in Susanne's studio and listen to Uncertain Outcome improvs.
Dan let me get some clothes from Stephan's before he abducted me completely, but only enough to put the dirty ones back on after I took a shower to scrub the cake off my face and the lacquer out of my hair. I found out after the fact that there were going to be other people at Chapultepec, one of whom I hadn't met before, and one of whom got immediately drunk. So I sat there being a reticent feline until the smoke really got to me. When we got back I had to take another shower, it was that smoky.
Then, when I was beat beyond all reason, Holger (Susanne's very cute, very friendly, very needy dog) demonstrated his capacity to spread out and fill all available bedspace. Dan had turned the TV on while I was in the shower, so there was some kind of fictional murder pretrial hearing melodramatizing away, and Holger's feet were very poky, and I hadn't slept much the night before, so I retreated downstairs to a couch, where I held pillows over my ears until my heartbeat was deafening, and then tried to fall asleep without suffocating.
At least we got out of the house early enough. I had a banana and a tangerine for breakfast. Fruit is not real food, so I had the sugar shakes in VW, listening to Meghan present on Isolde and Dr. Citron quash any potentially interesting discussion. A guy presented on Welsh in Phonology, which ought to have been cool, but either I was in a state of severe annoyance already, or his voice was so nasal as to be nearly intolerable.
Tilapia and green beans at home for lunch made things better. Tonal Counterpoint was both amusing and instructive, and a coaching with Tom to make up for Monday's missed one went well enough to make fuzzy warm glowy things wake up in my stomach. I love Guastavino.
I had a meeting with my academic advisor to decided what I'll take next semester, but since the catalog's not even out yet, he kind of outlined what I need to finish my degree, and was surprised when I told him it'd be another two years, not one, because of the Ling.
I should go turn in my music for the aria concert and my PIN release form for next semester, but I'd rather take a nap in here in Susanne's studio and listen to Uncertain Outcome improvs.