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Coolness.
This morning, I slept in until 9.30. On a Saturday. When the Elevator is open. Without a phone call from my father saying, "Where are you at...?" I think he left me sleep in because I'm cleaning in the evenings now. Which is nice. Very nice.
Then I went over to the elevator around 11.30 and cleaned windows until about 2.30. Then ran the sweeper and went to the house, got ready, etc.
Sang 'Respect' at the Spaghetti Dinner. Aretha Franklin couldn't've done it better! I kicked some serious jazz ass. That was awesome. And before that, I did some serious improve on 'Big City Swing'. Mike was supposed to handle the solo, but didn't get around to making it up, so therefore the duty fell to me. I thought it was funny the way he told Laura Rice to do a tambourine solo... XD Poor thing. She's rhythmically challenged...
*Yawn*