La dee dah. I'm listening to the tape that I made intermittently throughout the day today, as I did the work stuff. It's a funny mix of old old standbys and new ideas, but I think it works. Right now is on "I Took Her Love For Granted" which Rae said reminded her why she loved indie rock (cute songs where boys profess their complete and utter admiration for the listener), and as the organ swell fades out it drops beautifully into the tentative opening strums of "Ray." I tried to put a lot of country on here, but most of it doesn't sound much like country. Not many "appropriate" songs, except "One Man's Ceiling" (of course.) The closer, "Happy Loving Couples," came to me in a burst, very good. Scene change music provided by the King and the Duke.

I have moved many of my things out of this room and into my new room: my CDs and their shelving units, lots of paper, sheet music, things to put on the walls, pillows, printer and burner, books. I've arranged most of them in the new room, which is not easy to do satisfactorily. It's a really awful room, not because of the size, which doesn't bother me so much (at least not right now) but the shape: they cut a lot of corners in designing it (literally); the pipes and radiator and closet are positioned in such a way as to make it difficult to fit anything normal-shaped neatly around them. But I am figuring it out. Ironically, I'm going to need some more furniture - a shelving unit of some sort, if not a table. I also did a lot of packing - CDs, clothes, etc. - and throwing away. Ester and I cleaned up the kitchen together, and she grumbled when I asked her to help me move stuff. We argued about it, but our hearts weren't really in it. I let her drag me to both lunch and dinner at Sharples (ptooey) with her little friends. Got some great pictures back from the bookstore. Reserved train ticket for tomorrow. Oh boy.

Ray
as of today
I can't say
things will ever be the same
and that could be a shame