Well, except this summer'll be fun.

*Sighs* Just... gods above.  This year is fucked up beyond words. And now I'm actually concerned about the soprano I hate.

Just... she can't sing, but she's a CHILD and... and...

I'm really worried.

Thank the Valar for Betsy. And I mean that.

*Sighs* I'll... explain later. After some PDQ. It'll be easier to take by then.

I hope I can find the CD that goes with my recorder... 

BTW: Altor & Teno: Alto singing tenor. Altor for mostly-alto-with-tenor-bit-parts, Teno for alto-singing-all-tenor. Two terms I may use frequently.

PDQ Bach is very funny.

Music made me want to cry though. Tired and unmedicated. Sniffly. Unhappy. Made me think about times past when I used to go to symphony. Made me think about the past. Hate doing that. Makes me cry.

I love music.

Bleedover. Not fun. Getting wistful dreamings. Ugh. Sugar overdose.

Mum's outta town; miss her. Lots.  Time with dad was fun.  Still.

...Didn't get to talk to Tim. He didn't remember me. Not Tim Howar, obviously (ANYONE WITH MUSIC OF HIS PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ERU SEND IT TO ME). Tim Pitts. Bass player I was friends with when I was yey high.  (I seem to have a yen for Tims.)  Wish I'd gotten to say hello, ask how his baby girls are. Nina's gotta be in school by now... And then 'course thinking bout Tim made me think about Tim, and then you can follow that thought to my present state of "Ow STFU."

Also, the program tried to eat me, and I have the gash in my finger to prove it. Fucking program.