sober men and true are difficult to find, and those with both qualities even more so

last night's concert was amazing. i feel privileged to a part of this chorale, and sad that it was only for a short period of time.

on a more complaining note, i have to work after having four nights off in a row to rehearse with said chorale (wednesday night was mundane agony--i couldn't do anything). 

back up to a brighter note, i wore colors today. i found out yesterday that i received a good grade on my fiction unit test in my literature class, and that we're moving into poetry (oh, beating heart, bestill ye!). i ate badly today, but the sun was out, and i have future of forestry's "traveler's song" weaving in and out the mind and inner ear today.

work calls. my bed is still unmade, but my headache is gone.

maybe the only direction left to go from down is up, but i hadn't even hit the bottom. ah well, who's complaining?

-d