Actually I don't even know what the vernacular use of "tool" means. I probably shouldn't call myself one. Watch me call myself some dumb putdown.
Hey, don't judge. I was getting some discounted Wheaton swag for my homies in NJ.
It's Brahms week again, so long rehearsals. Standing up rehearsals. My feet were tired and slightly swollen, sure, but what really kills is the tension in my neck. I don't know how it gets there. I was thinking today and remembering that the same tension came when we did the Brahms last time in November, right before Thanksgiving. And how I went home for Thanksgiving and slept and the tension magically melted away. except this time I don't get to go home to lose the tension...please don't tell me I have to go through the whole quad with this pain. G says it's probably a physical manifestation of the intense mental concentration required in singing German in my passaggio and above for three hours.
At least the weather is fine. I can smell spring now. I really hope it won't turn very cold again. See, a Chicago winter really isn't that bad. I get to be home for three weeks of it anyway.
We were writing haiku for Creative Writing, and I thought I'd share.
Twitching, quietly
She stalks with tail erect. Crash!
Goes the Christmas tree.
