You have neither reason nor rhyme

It's coming...

Since when do I have so many purple shirts?
I must look like Barney with my green jacket more often than I thought.
Maybe they don't have Barney here...

Other news: I finally finished The Odyssey. Blood, gore, love, family, peace. It ends kind of abruptly. Now I just have Absalom, Absalom! to go for the Modernism exam. Ulysses is still hanging around too. It's just too daunting for the time being.

I took out my bins and cleaned my bathroom. I was going to go for a walk, but once I got out there to the dumpsters it was too damn cold. I could have just put more clothes on, but, you know...lazy-useless.

Okay this is as Irish as I've gotten. Just "Irish sausages" and cabbage. I could have made some mashed potatoes too, but I wasn't feeling it. That was dinner. It was fantastic. Steamed/boiled cabbage always reminds me of Grandma's old house.

I practiced again. I had a sudden rush of inspiration/panic (hard to tell anymore) and played through every Rochut I have and my whole solo. It's really not that hard. If I had stuck to the practice schedule Dr. N gave me when I left I'd be awesome right now. It was interesting though because even though I know I sound like shit, I feel like I can tune myself so much better than I used to be able to. I don't know if I was just taking it for granted while I was in all those music classes or if I just didn't care or--this is probably it--I just didn't listen to enough recorded music, but I used to just go on autopilot and stick to positions and whatever side of 140 the notes came out on, I was unaware. So maybe my negligence will end up being a good thing...positivity.