I ordered Swiss Chalet tonight, thinking in vain that not being hungry would make it easier to study for my musicology exam tomorrow morning. I ate the whole damn thing with an extra side of Chalet sauce and after several hours of getting nowhere, I finally finished. I'm really not enjoying the subject of new musicology and it doesn't help much that one of my music history profs told a wonderful story last year (twice, actually) about how the fucking pioneer of new musicology called Tosca a "shabby little shocker" and never lived it down. I can't take him or anything about him seriously.
If I ever start a band, I'm calling it Shabby Little Shocker. I've got dibs on it.
It's easy enough for me to put together ideas for this one-page outline we're allowed to bring, but actually typing stuff on it is another story. Waking up for it is also going to suck, seeing as it's going to be tomorrow at fucking 9:00 in the morning. What fun that's going to be. The weather is going to be gross, too. Cold and rainy - the worst weather in the world. I'm not looking forward to it at all. On top of that, I have other things to do tomorrow before I go home. I have to pick up music for the next concert, mop the kitchen floor and clean the tub.
I should really stop writing and sleep.
