Tuesday, April 30
This has been a lazy day (I haven't left the house once) but not an entirely unproductive one. I retroactively felt slightly less guilty about having slept through classes this morning, not because I figured out that the snooze must have been stuck down for days now, like it was that one time, but because I decided I'm pretty sick. So I've just been taking it easy here today, staying in bed for a while - I went back to sleep between 2 and 3:30 - and eating and drinking gingerly. I've had three or four mugs of lemon-ginger tea, which combined with time i guess have helped to make my throat much less painful than it was this morning. And a bowl of Annie's white cheddar macaroni, and cereal, and just now for dinner a tasty pumpernickel-mango-spinach-cheddar-mustard-feta sandwich and an ear of corn. I haven't done much to clean my room, or anything resembling schoolwork, or written record reviews or even laundry until a few hours ago, when I had to go to the basement to change a fuse. And I still haven't practiced; I really need to do that, and will as soon as I finish writing this.
But I did do a fair amount of catch-up here, as the astute among you may notice (although I still need to write about Saturday, the day of the concert), and I wrote scores of e-mails about Worthstock (this debate back and forth with Marié and Corey that's been going on for like a week now; Jenny Yim sent out a reserved-mail, though she took off the part about Crunkadelia for some reason) and other things, and I finished calculating EC album times (it will take me 15 hours to play all 18 albums - who's with me?), and I did the Times Mag's "Puns and Anagrams" Crossword, and listened to some stuff. Mighty Like a Rose is terrific, and The Charm of the Highway Strip is pretty good too. Tomorrow, I guess, I'll be up and active. Hopefully I'll feel better. This sickness is so almost perfunctory. I don't know what brought it on, although I fear it may have to do with the three pieces of greasy pizza I ate at SAC last night.
Alyssa writes: "we are all delinquent, and we will all survive."
practicing now…
hell on 18 wells
at 100 per
we went crashing through
the jersey barrier
But I did do a fair amount of catch-up here, as the astute among you may notice (although I still need to write about Saturday, the day of the concert), and I wrote scores of e-mails about Worthstock (this debate back and forth with Marié and Corey that's been going on for like a week now; Jenny Yim sent out a reserved-mail, though she took off the part about Crunkadelia for some reason) and other things, and I finished calculating EC album times (it will take me 15 hours to play all 18 albums - who's with me?), and I did the Times Mag's "Puns and Anagrams" Crossword, and listened to some stuff. Mighty Like a Rose is terrific, and The Charm of the Highway Strip is pretty good too. Tomorrow, I guess, I'll be up and active. Hopefully I'll feel better. This sickness is so almost perfunctory. I don't know what brought it on, although I fear it may have to do with the three pieces of greasy pizza I ate at SAC last night.
Alyssa writes: "we are all delinquent, and we will all survive."
practicing now…
hell on 18 wells
at 100 per
we went crashing through
the jersey barrier
