A lot of stuff goes into my brain, some of it by choice. If I decided to watch, read, play, or do it, I'd like to talk about it here. I'm a musician, a sometime actor, a frequent player of electronic and table-top games, and a lapsed reader (though I'm getting better). I write long and awkward sentences, because the more things resemble Douglas Adams' writing, the more I want to live in the world. Thanks for reading.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

frustration

And in chronological order:
1. not getting the 263 assignment all-the-way done
2. getting to class 10 minutes late, having Prof. F seize 25% from the assignment as a consequence
3. finding out about Prof. Lafferty's lecture 1/2 hour into it
4. realizing I didn't understand much of anything Prof. Lafferty was saying
5. realizing just how bad my school schedule is for the next two weeks
6. lock fell off bike, fell apart, DOA
7. essay not done (but getting there)

And getting better:
1. The music was fun, the weekend was... wacky. Sauna. Rum. Learned some JB and picked me up a solo, at least a verse thereof.
2. The music last night was unbelievably fun. A little thang called M-Pact. Glad I stayed. "I wish" brought me to tears.
3. The essay is getting there.
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1 comment:

Ilan said...

Okay, essay not done.

10:48 a.m.

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