Thursday, September 12
i just realized that there's an electrical outlet right behind my desk. that took long enough.
i found the counterweight for the arm, so that's better now.
i just switched on hotmail's junk mail filter for the first time, on the low setting, since i've all of a sudden started to get some junk mail after well over a year of nearly junk-free hotmail. except so far all ten messages that have appeared in my junk box that are not junk mail, and the one that has appeared in my main inbox is junk mail. hmm.
the time between 9:20 and 1:15 is sufficient for a lot of business (finishing a blitz roll, starting another, turning in add-drop, being painlessly vaccinated, and practicing for long enough to miss the first ten minutes of bach) in addition to a lot of aimless wandering around campus. and an extended lunch with holts and lindsey and mo in the sun. and reading the phoenix, which only made one error with my reviews (misprinting the name of one of the albums), but did include at least one preposterous editorial.
after lunch i played some piano music for liza, and visited sarah wood in the barn, where they have pale yellow walls, green apples, limeade, brownies and crossword puzzles. the weekend really does start on thursday.
although i'm taken aback, i'm not taking you back
i found the counterweight for the arm, so that's better now.
i just switched on hotmail's junk mail filter for the first time, on the low setting, since i've all of a sudden started to get some junk mail after well over a year of nearly junk-free hotmail. except so far all ten messages that have appeared in my junk box that are not junk mail, and the one that has appeared in my main inbox is junk mail. hmm.
the time between 9:20 and 1:15 is sufficient for a lot of business (finishing a blitz roll, starting another, turning in add-drop, being painlessly vaccinated, and practicing for long enough to miss the first ten minutes of bach) in addition to a lot of aimless wandering around campus. and an extended lunch with holts and lindsey and mo in the sun. and reading the phoenix, which only made one error with my reviews (misprinting the name of one of the albums), but did include at least one preposterous editorial.
after lunch i played some piano music for liza, and visited sarah wood in the barn, where they have pale yellow walls, green apples, limeade, brownies and crossword puzzles. the weekend really does start on thursday.
although i'm taken aback, i'm not taking you back
