Monday was a rough start to the week. I drove to school, practiced an hour, fell asleep twice at the piano, drove home, hopped back in bed, and skipped class. (It may or may not have had to do with staying up all night at the women's retreat!)
Tuesday is looking better. I am just not a fan of this online homework. There's no darn way around it.
In other news, I'm missing my Japanese sister who moved back to her home country. And I ate a lot of chocolate today. A lot. Darn those cute piano students and their Valentine's presents.
Let's just leave it at that.
My recital is in two months! Eeek! Oh, yeah. Isn't there a wedding in just under five months, too?
I'm not too sharp past 8PM. That's all there is to it.
Case in point: I failed to mention that today I purchased a plane ticket to NYC.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
The Sign
There's always a defining moment in the semester when it becomes clear that things are in full swing.
Today, Ty called me on his way home from work. He asked me what I was doing, fully anticipating to hear the "I'm practicing" response, I'm sure. (No, really? Never would have guessed!)
After a few minutes of chatting, I suggested going to the mall for dinner and a quick shopping run, so I could use a coupon.
"Really? Really?!"
He was utterly shocked.
"You don't have to act that surprised."
"It's just that we never go out."
That, my friends, is the sign.
Today, Ty called me on his way home from work. He asked me what I was doing, fully anticipating to hear the "I'm practicing" response, I'm sure. (No, really? Never would have guessed!)
After a few minutes of chatting, I suggested going to the mall for dinner and a quick shopping run, so I could use a coupon.
"Really? Really?!"
He was utterly shocked.
"You don't have to act that surprised."
"It's just that we never go out."
That, my friends, is the sign.
Monday, February 6, 2012
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