In Which our Hero is Thouroughly Cheesed Off
So Dr. Cohen got reeeeally ticked at me last night and proceeded to give me a fifteen minute lecture describing my faults. I couldn't think of anything to say as I tended to agree with his general thesis, so sat there like a mummer, until he told me to continue playing. Then he interupts me ten seconds later for a fresh burst of artistically acidic critiscism. I deserved it, but I am in not-so-good mood as of the rest of the week. May the powers that be smite me if I don't get to my sax every day this week. Oh, ants gone and new chair, if anyone cares.