Somebody's got a case of the Mondays! 2004-10-18 - 7:03 p.m.
My brain has achieved the consistency of scrambled eggs.
Dr. Flute Teacher called me a "Luddite" during my lesson today (go look it up). That's fine. But the Ibert Concerto really, really hates me and I'm not too fond of it either. It's just a big fancy showoff-y piece with lots of notes and no point and I hate that. But I'm playing it on my recital anyway, blech.
Someone printed out an article over there entitled "More Republicans Satisfied With Sex Lives Than Democrats". That is so wrong on so many levels. So is the button I saw today that read "W is for Women". I don't fucking think so! W might be for women who end up like those in The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood. Go read that book, it's kind of scary.
Maybe I should jump out the window so the scrambled eggs that have replaced my brain will go spilling out everywhere and I'll make the crime log in the campus paper! Woohoo!