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every stitch is stitched in time
It figures: I break hiatus and promptly have an immensely boring day. I studied for many, many, MANY hours (the cranial nerves & I might actually be negotiating a truce! it's a miracle!), cut the music for Saturday's Supanova skit, and designed pattern pieces for Mai's coat. That's...pretty much it.
I've also consumed my body weight in tea, with the result that my voice is sounding better than it should considering that it's been weeks since I had a choir rehearsal; I've been amusing myself jumping from tenor-part to soprano-part in 'Will I?' from RENT, which is usually a good test of how flexible my range is.
Tomorrow: Sunday Supanova skit rehearsal, shopping for bits'n'bobs for my costumes, and then I am going to conquer the basal ganglia once and for all. THAT'S RIGHT, SUBSTANTIA NIGRA. I'M COMING FOR YOU AND YOUR HIDEOUS INHIBITORY INTERCONNECTIONS.
I've also consumed my body weight in tea, with the result that my voice is sounding better than it should considering that it's been weeks since I had a choir rehearsal; I've been amusing myself jumping from tenor-part to soprano-part in 'Will I?' from RENT, which is usually a good test of how flexible my range is.
Tomorrow: Sunday Supanova skit rehearsal, shopping for bits'n'bobs for my costumes, and then I am going to conquer the basal ganglia once and for all. THAT'S RIGHT, SUBSTANTIA NIGRA. I'M COMING FOR YOU AND YOUR HIDEOUS INHIBITORY INTERCONNECTIONS.

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