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Oops. I really do have things to do today, and sleeping until 11:00 wasn't one of them. I guess I was tired. (Well, OK, I know I was tired. What I didn't know was that sleeping in my own bed again would do that.)

So, I'm off to:

Weatherstrip the windows
Sharpen knives
Buy a new comb (lost mine in my parents' house somewhere)
Write an abstract
Clean the bathroom
Vacuum
Get the laundry off the floor
See the wizard (the one known as Trader Joe's)
etc.

what money?

This is going to sound like complaining, but it isn't. It's exposition.

The chorus with which I'm singing the Messiah is a very open group. It doesn't audition and it doesn't charge membership fees. However, it feels a bit like it's nickel-and-diming me to death. I spent $5 on lunch for the Saturday rehearsal a couple of weeks ago, and I owe them $7 because I'm on the list to take a bus to the dress rehearsal in Andover. I could have bought the Messiah score for $10 (I'm borrowing one instead), and if I stay with this group for the spring, I can buy the score for the next concert for $15. On top of which, they're doing fundraising, so they keep asking for donations.

Now, this is complaining:

If I had any money, I'd give them some, but I haven't started working yet, and even then I can't pay the bills I've already got unless I get paid before December 12. I've got rent, but nothing else. (So if Harvard pays every other week, I've got to hit up my parents AGAIN, just to give the credit card people a pittance and give both sets of student loan people what they want. Never mind the utility bills.)

Completely unrelated to any of that stuff, I have to buy a T pass tomorrow. Maybe I'll even remember that, now that I've written it down.