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Aug. 28th, 2014 01:37 pmThis week is definitely in the running for "Longest Week in the History of Weeks". The fact that today is Thursday is nice, except that it means that the week isn't actually over yet. Ugh.
Part of the problem, first world problem though it is, is that Tuesday was long on account of glee club dress rehearsal, and yesterday was the actual concert. So I caffeinated myself out of all proportion on Tuesday afternoon and screwed up my sleep on Tuesday night. By yesterday afternoon, if I had a tail, I would have been dragging it, but I didn't dare mess with any more caffeine. So then there was a half hour walk in the air you can wear, and then there was more rehearsal and the concert.
The concert was OK; I never sing solo as well as I'd like to and in this case I was sharp, but apparently nobody except me noticed much. (Having steeled myself to listen to the very poor recording on my phone, I couldn't tell either. Sometimes having as good a sense of relative pitch as I have is a mixed blessing.) The glee club was good, though. And the Brookline Library is a pretty good space to sing in. (Especially now that we have a microphone that works. Apparently this was an 11th-hour send-somebody-to-Guitar-Center-NOW issue, but I missed the urgency of it and only got the "well, these microphones suck but we're fixing that" bit.)
For my next round of insanity, I'm going to audition for the Harvard Radcliffe Chorus. If I get in, that's two and a half hours of rehearsal on Wednesdays. If I don't get in, I still have voice lessons, so I can keep singing anyway.
So in an ideal world, what would I be doing today? I think I would be at home curled up with a book (and most likely also with a cat), or possibly outdoors somewhere with a book absorbing sunshine and letting the brain drift. At some point there might be pizza, since last night I had dinner (consisting of almonds, two slices of cheese and three plums) at 9:30, and promised myself something really out of the ordinary today.
I originally said I had promised myself something really evil, but then I thought I shouldn't use that word in relation to anything edible. I tend to use it jokingly to mean "something Weight Watchers probably frowns upon if I eat as much of it as I want to" rather than "something that will ruin my entire life if I eat it and gain any weight", but I still don't like the overall idea that anything edible is evil. Society wants me to believe that and panic over eating anything that isn't kale. Sorry, but I don't like kale anyway, and in the second place I would rather die happy and eating potato chips once a week than die a miserable size 2. I'm glad that my last memory of my grandfather was sitting at dinner and watching him drink wine and eat about three and a half brownies for dessert, half a brownie at a time.
Part of the problem, first world problem though it is, is that Tuesday was long on account of glee club dress rehearsal, and yesterday was the actual concert. So I caffeinated myself out of all proportion on Tuesday afternoon and screwed up my sleep on Tuesday night. By yesterday afternoon, if I had a tail, I would have been dragging it, but I didn't dare mess with any more caffeine. So then there was a half hour walk in the air you can wear, and then there was more rehearsal and the concert.
The concert was OK; I never sing solo as well as I'd like to and in this case I was sharp, but apparently nobody except me noticed much. (Having steeled myself to listen to the very poor recording on my phone, I couldn't tell either. Sometimes having as good a sense of relative pitch as I have is a mixed blessing.) The glee club was good, though. And the Brookline Library is a pretty good space to sing in. (Especially now that we have a microphone that works. Apparently this was an 11th-hour send-somebody-to-Guitar-Center-NOW issue, but I missed the urgency of it and only got the "well, these microphones suck but we're fixing that" bit.)
For my next round of insanity, I'm going to audition for the Harvard Radcliffe Chorus. If I get in, that's two and a half hours of rehearsal on Wednesdays. If I don't get in, I still have voice lessons, so I can keep singing anyway.
So in an ideal world, what would I be doing today? I think I would be at home curled up with a book (and most likely also with a cat), or possibly outdoors somewhere with a book absorbing sunshine and letting the brain drift. At some point there might be pizza, since last night I had dinner (consisting of almonds, two slices of cheese and three plums) at 9:30, and promised myself something really out of the ordinary today.
I originally said I had promised myself something really evil, but then I thought I shouldn't use that word in relation to anything edible. I tend to use it jokingly to mean "something Weight Watchers probably frowns upon if I eat as much of it as I want to" rather than "something that will ruin my entire life if I eat it and gain any weight", but I still don't like the overall idea that anything edible is evil. Society wants me to believe that and panic over eating anything that isn't kale. Sorry, but I don't like kale anyway, and in the second place I would rather die happy and eating potato chips once a week than die a miserable size 2. I'm glad that my last memory of my grandfather was sitting at dinner and watching him drink wine and eat about three and a half brownies for dessert, half a brownie at a time.
