K, spelled "Marguerite" wrong in that last post. Honestly, now.
What have I been up to in the last few days? Nothing much. Working some more. Freaking out at the realization that the weddings my quartet is playing for in August are suddenly not all the far away, and that we need to start rehearsing NOW. (Okay, Sunday at 11 AM.) Ideally, this next week should be filled with half-exciting Lakefair fun, but since I am a moron it is in fact filled with performances of Babes in Arms, with me sitting down in the orchestra pit and occasionally playing in the correct key. I keep having to remind myself that I am doing this to "give back to the community." It's a much better outlook on it than "my God, why am I here? I hate this..."

Speaking of "my God," I read an amusing little tidbit today in Reader's Digest. (Yes, yes, I read it all the time... I especially enjoy tearing out the drug ads that take up every other two pages and looking at how empty the magazine looks afterwards. Advertising for old folks. Merh.) It said that a Writing 101 class at Harvard asked students to write a concise essay including religion, royalty, sex and mystery. The only A+ in the class went to the following paper: " 'My God,' said the Queen, 'I'm pregnant! I wonder who did it.' "

HAHAAHHAAAAAAA!

More proof that I'm going insane. I missed an Ultimate Frisbee game today because I overslept during my nap. And you know WHY I overslept? Because I stay up way too late at night doing stupid things like blogging. Please refer to today's (Tuesday the 15th) Dilbert comic to understand this concept of self-inflicted dilemnas.

I have no lyrics for today, because usually I type out the song that is in my head, but the song that is floating around in there today is from Babes in Arms, and I only know the violin part. Probably has words, but since I don't know them... tough luck for you.

Night all!