( nothing particularly cheery or enthralling )

So I'm back in St. Paul now, facing (with a sneaking sense of terrified incompetence) the prospect of Starting an Adult Life.

( whum whum whum whum... )

( Bleh. Just made the mistake of listening to the recording of my recital. )

Need love nap tea backrub drink break coffee absolution kiss xanax time headspace forgiveness shower muffin ( Read more... )

( Why does this all sound so familiar? (The usual litany.) )

My laptop has died.

I took it into the Mac store yesterday and heard the heart-stopping words that even I, technological incompetent that I am, know are the equivalent of a Code Blue -- "It's the hard drive."Moreover, because of some warping to the case, the repairs are not covered under warrenty. That's how Apple gets you with this customer ( Read more... )

Just got back from Schubert Club. I think it went okay. I was a little fuzzy-sounding, and didn't manage my breath well on the Bach. Ari once said that she always feels like she needs twice as much air in performance as in practice, because of adrenaline and tension and so forth, which sounds wise to me, and I should probably start planning my ( Read more... )

I really wish I had any gaydar reading at all ( Read more... )

(  cut for being boring grade-related angst )

I think this might be the semester I finally go crazy. I have never, never piled so much on my plate at once -- never said yes to so many people, never cared quite so badly about being good, coming through on all my promises to everyone, demanding the best of myself every waking hour of every day ( Read more... )