Feel v. drunk. The hell? Lassitude creeping through the depths of my limbs like, well, lassitude; prone to misquoting Catullus and writing flowery prose... yup, definitely
feel drunk. Am not actually drunk. Possibly, now that I think of it, am suffering from severe blood-sugar drop. Let’s find out why...
( Strawberries! Aloysius! Tar! The Palace of Ashurnasirpal II! ) I have been assigned my pieces for piano juries! Minuet in D minor (Bach), and the Russian Dance from
The Nutcracker. That piece cracks me up, and I keep wanting to play Aaron Copland’s Rodeo: Hoedown instead. Also, the left hand part of Minuet in D is
totally badass.