badness

I'm being incredibly unproductive today. I really want to get stuff done, and I guess it's happening, but slowly. I'm totally preoccupied with a little cabin in the snow with a wood stove, and the company in which I am going to find myself this January, and hopefully for the last part of the school year. I'm nervous and excited about going to Amsterdam for a few hours - no, I don't intend to buy any weed - and thrilled that I got another opportunity to stand in the middle of the stage in Sweeney hall and sing, with noone listening, lights off and cold light filtering into the windows. That auditorium...man...I can sing at normal volume and sound like I'm miked, and the sound hits everywhere and feeds right back to me, and it's warm and round, the effect gives me chills because it's so clear and full. oh, man...*sighs*

but...wow, I can't wait until January. If you happen to have a thin scar that runs the length of one thumb, you'll know precisely why.