Just returning from the land of the dead (recovering from my own bout with the flu), rehearsals are killin' me. After rehearsal I'm supposed to have an hour with my accompanist, Carol, for private lessons. Put some time in with her today... and panic. Lost a week of practice and it was like sight-reading some of it for the the first time. Harrowing. Panic. Fear. Throw that on top of being behind in almost every class now... how does one catch up on all this?!?!? (slowly, the answer is slowly).
Well, lessons are on wednesday. I know what I'll be doing tonight after work (aka 10pm until midnight). And this weekend. Aside from carving pumpkins and maybe seeing if there is a way to get to Taylor's show. USU is performing Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (a personal favorite).
Must get in gear. Must get on ball. Must get this wagon train a'movin'! Time to look alive. The invitational is over. The swine flu is over...... Must put on my running shoes and race to the end.
Loves, Nanette
p.s. Got my English 102 essay back today 19/20. One of the highest scores in the class. Eat it! :)
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