I'm sick. I'm very very sick. 2003-10-05 - 7:30 p.m.
Sweet. Baby. Jeebus.
I just wrote a paper.
I know, I know. Not that big of a deal, right? This is graduate school. Papers happen. Just like shit happens in front of my building when people let their dogs doodoo in the same spots all the time. But I digress.
Do you want to know the due date of this paper? October 13th. A week from tomorrow. Granted this is going to be a crazy week of rehearsals and lessons (both attending and teaching) and more rehearsals and football (the most important thing), and I probably just did myself a humongous favor, but still.
I need a computer at my place so that I might procrastinate like a normal human being again. Yep.
So yeah. I have nothing to say. We actually have wind ensemble rehearsal tomorrow. It should be interesting. Yeah. That said, I really should go practice flute now. Yeeeeeah. There is a new mangosurvey type thing (mangogoogoo). Go take it if you want. Oh, the inanity.