Saturday, July 31, 2004
I played through a few virtuoso finger exercises on the piano yesterday. I hadn't touched a piano in two years, so I played everything a bit awkwardly. Playing little runs and scales makes me relax, though, because it requires minimal thought or effort. 'Tis a head-clearer.
My head hurts, but alack, the aspirin disappeared (presumably down The Mongoloid's gullet). Maybe I'll go lie down, after my eggs finish boiling. After they cool, I will put the eggs in a tuna salad. Mmmm...
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:21 AM]