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Apr. 11th, 2008 10:24 pmBleahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I have survived another week. Rum punch, I ♥ you.
Today was pretty successful, actually, all told. Work mostly consisted of running like mad in little circles, scattering emails and versions of documents hither and yon, but at least I wasn't the only one feeling like my head was about to explode.
Flute choir concert was mildly disastrous but in a non-competitive class that doesn't feel like too big a deal. For starters, I arrived at 8:00, thinking I had plenty of time until our class at 8:35, but it turned out we were actually on in 10 minutes because they changed the goddamn time of the class but didn't change the website I had checked earlier. On the bitchy piece that I was complaining about practising the other night, I usually share a part with another lady. It was the first piece we played, and somehow while we walked from the warmup room to the concert room her head joint slipped about an inch without her noticing, so suddenly she found herself playing completely the wrong notes for no reason - so she stopped playing altogether. So meanwhile I was tootling along and found myself all alone on all the bitchy runs of 16th notes, which completely freaked me out. I was pretty dismayed at the time but I don't think I did too badly, considering. And the one everybody remembered afterwards was the crazy-ass jazz piece anyway, so whatever. I'LL GET YOU NEXT TIME, HANDEL...NEXT TIME.
Tomorrow: cake-decorating class (woo!), squash with Corey, and Gilbert & Sullivan with Corey and his mom. It will be awesome, but I am going to get nothing done studiowise - I'll poke my head into the glass store at the end of the day to check out their big sale, but otherwise it'll be run-run-run, I think. Must get back on track Sunday and next week!!!
Today was pretty successful, actually, all told. Work mostly consisted of running like mad in little circles, scattering emails and versions of documents hither and yon, but at least I wasn't the only one feeling like my head was about to explode.
Flute choir concert was mildly disastrous but in a non-competitive class that doesn't feel like too big a deal. For starters, I arrived at 8:00, thinking I had plenty of time until our class at 8:35, but it turned out we were actually on in 10 minutes because they changed the goddamn time of the class but didn't change the website I had checked earlier. On the bitchy piece that I was complaining about practising the other night, I usually share a part with another lady. It was the first piece we played, and somehow while we walked from the warmup room to the concert room her head joint slipped about an inch without her noticing, so suddenly she found herself playing completely the wrong notes for no reason - so she stopped playing altogether. So meanwhile I was tootling along and found myself all alone on all the bitchy runs of 16th notes, which completely freaked me out. I was pretty dismayed at the time but I don't think I did too badly, considering. And the one everybody remembered afterwards was the crazy-ass jazz piece anyway, so whatever. I'LL GET YOU NEXT TIME, HANDEL...NEXT TIME.
Tomorrow: cake-decorating class (woo!), squash with Corey, and Gilbert & Sullivan with Corey and his mom. It will be awesome, but I am going to get nothing done studiowise - I'll poke my head into the glass store at the end of the day to check out their big sale, but otherwise it'll be run-run-run, I think. Must get back on track Sunday and next week!!!
