doesn't matter what i say...

so long as i sing with inflection
that makes you feel that I'll convey
some inner truth or vast reflection
but i've said nothing so far
and i can keep it up for as long as it takes ( more lyrics... )

There, see, that burst of song made me feel better, as bursts of song often do. Not much, but better. I love singing, I love playing, I love music -- yet this evening's rehearsal only made me feel bad, despite the mood jolt music gives me. I have concluded that this is because I hate people. *sigh* Unfortunately I include myself in that -- I made a bunch of stupid mistakes I shouldn't have, but nor should I beat myself up over them, that's also a mistake, and I don't think I even have to point out the circle here so I won't. Plus I'm pretty sure that once again I have all the fun and games of PMS to magnify all of this to ridiculous proportions...

On the plus side, when my stepmom showed up to pick me up after work to go to rehearsal, she brought me dinner, which made me very happy 'cause I skipped break and didn't get random baked goodies then, and I was starrrrving. Also I finally celebrated my birthday, and recieved an electric guitar (!!!) so I will now bask in the joy of acquisition.

...

OK, basking done. Guess I should think about the AIME tomorrow morning, my big paper due Wednesday in philosophy, how I did on today's test on same, everything I have to do before battlebots next week, all that good stuff... ack. :/

Is there anyone out there who would like an extra helping of stress? Because my cup runneth over and I'm really more than willing to share.

I am now off to read Kate Elliot's Jaran instead of thinking about the myriad range of homework I have to do; good night!