Of ELO, the "Scottish Play," Gioacchino Rossini, picaresque novels, and extremely good company.

Yes, it was a satisfying day. As I pulled my head out of the soft embrace of my pillow to acknowledge my dad's presence, he congratulated me on the soundness of my biology essay. Not a bad thing to wake up to. After dragging myself off my loft bed in the twilight hours of 8:45, I departed for Orchestra. Phil actually brought the parts this time (still not all of them though). My playing was oh, so beautiful. Beyond compare I say. Whether that is because it was exellent or odious I do not know.
We finished early, of course, so I slowly made my way downtown to meet a few social associates of mine. That was good. And now I am back here, reading Macbeth (oops), and doing all sorts of other brilliant things