Monday, May 09, 2005
Upon viewing William's profile, I was reminded that the school offers private instrument lessons for visual/performing arts credit. The woodwinds sections closed for the fall, but perhaps I could begin clarinet in the spring. Reeds aren't an expensive habit... I don't think...
Last night after eleven I began studying for the ancient technology exam, but then I contemplated the blister on my right index finger... for thirty-two minutes. I had developed it earlier, cutting beef and chicken fajita meat for Rebekah, and lay on my bed debating about whether to pop it. I did, eventually, puncture a tiny hole into the skin, at which point the bubble deflated, with a satisfactory pus emission that I wiped onto my Cat in the Hat pillow. I studied more for the final this morning, and should have at least received a "B".
Now I must check the hall office of my summer room to determine whether those occupants have left. If they have, I may move in tomorrow, after the English final.
Things to do, things to do.
But then, I shall have free time to read things!
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:44 AM]