One unsuccessful practice session later...

I've been vocally tired, ever since I had 5 or 6 late nights of drinking in a row, not a lot of sleep, and that whole day at the protest. Of course, I took a day off from practicing, and have gone back to my usual more moderate drinking habits, but despite that, I've not really quite recovered. Anyway, after a day off from practicing, I went back to singing at least an hour a day, despite feeling tired, and it's been kind of spiraling. I am ready for my recital, which is in two weeks. I don't need to be flogging myself, but I'm afraid that if I don't keep this inertia, I'll lose something. But no. I just need to chill out. I will be FINE.

Today is really cold... 18 degrees, wind chill of 1. Brilliant. Low of 10 tonight. I'm going swimming after Chorale, I think. I probably won't get a cold, just from walking from the gym to my house. I'm so excited about Chorale today. And classes tomorrow. I'm a complete dork, but the idea that tomorrow, I'm going to start learning things puts a smile on my face. Ooh, German Lieder! Anthropology! French! German! Opera! I miss the chaotic life. Tomorrow, I have class from 9:30-10:20, and then without a break from 12:30-10pm. Hardcore learning time.

I'm also kind of obsessed with Poe's "Haunted" CD, and House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski.