I am going to be in Conway for the weekend, an event that previously occured very many times. I too have many things to do, however, the closest thing I've got to mowing a lawn is watering my plants. With my honors paper done (this means that I successfully filled six pages that should have been five with my useless ramblings about evidence so that my peer reviewer could say I have a horrible paper so that next week I can submit an extraordinary one and be graded on my so-called progress as an honors scholar), I must now practice immensly for three, if not more, upcoming performances. My solo in "Caravan" will of course bring in a huge crowd and give me a very important reason to practice "Sweet Georgia Brown" until I'm blue in the face. I must also practice that beast of beasts, the piano, but of course not before I belt out some skips in the dominant triad. I'd say it's about time for Thanksgiving break and some blueberry cheesecake, not to mention a full-sized bed, real baths, and good convogination.
I realize it has been quite a few days since my last post, and I have yet to offer my congratulations to our President. I'm sure there was much rejoicing Wednesday as Herman Muns...er, Kerry conceded. I know I breathed a sigh of relief. Actually it was more like a whoop of elation, but no one was around to hear it, and thus many would argue that it did not really occur because there was not sufficient evidence. I must have W.K. Clifford on the brain...
Top o' the evening to ya, laddies.
seashell
"In the great boarding-house of nature, the cakes and the butter and the syrup seldom come out so even and leave the plates so clean." -William James
