The morning: French I presume? I spent a while fiddling with the language lab annoyingness, cassette-bound now, and only got halfway after an hour and gave up. Oh yes, and a meeting with Cothren, who is always dependably himself. He invited me to join the Asianist Hiring Committee thing, suggested that minors are useful for the creds and the home, which may or may not be compelling enough - I have to get this thesis thing sorted out I guess, but for now perhaps I'll drop it. Academia looms happy in my future.

Lesson with Tonio made me very happy, as they have all been doing lately; I feel like I'm really doing this thing, even though I only end up practicing maybe an average four times a week, rather than six (and this week none yet ooch get on it); scales and arps get faster, Bartók smoother and faster, he tells me I have "a special talent for Bach." What a guy.

Alyssa came over after her thang, reminded me I had wanted to be working then (I think I was, on lunch and the crossword), so I eventually turned my efforts to that and made it some of the way through the ling homework. Enough, again, to decide to go to African I although I'd said I might not, given workpressurebusyweektime. But it was Charles day again, and after another little unintelligiblecture, and watching Lela lead us/them (most excitedly!) in a charming Haitian groove, I decided that 3 Charles classes in just over a week was plenty, so I skipped out on II. Meaning that I could partake of dinner, quasi-pizza-stylee, and Barnlife. And finish the xword and lingwork and whathaveyou, oh right, Phil reading. Before I went to bed I turned the light back on, grabbed a pen, and scrawled the word 'music' on my stomach, so as not to forget.

A sunny Sunday
watching John McLaughlin and having sex again and again
I had stopped by
cause Ellen had my copy of Nebraska
they never even put on their clothes