So. Friday night. And contrary to the title of this entry, I'm all alone with nothing to do. Julie's watching some random black and white movie ton TV with an odd Brittish man with pants that don't fit. And a child with an obnoxious laugh. Huh.
I have a confession to make. I think... that I might... like practicing. No. I love practicing. When I'm practicing, I feel like I could do anything. It's not quite true. I mean, I get pretty ridiculously frustrated with practicing. But that's okay. 'Cause whatever I'm not doing while I'm practicing, I think about and think that I can manage, sure no problem.
Interesting, huh?
Also, I'm really, really, really enjoying voice lessons. A lot more than I thought I would. Probably a lot more than I would have had I had Dr. Kim. I really, really, really like my voice prof. She reminds me a lot of some people I know back home.
Drug update: so far, no hives. But my stomach does hate me. Stupid stomach.
Alrighty then, time to take my drugs and do some reading and get me to sleep!
Oh by the way: I posted on Musings the backstory that I wrote for one of the pieces I'm doing in voice.
Until the next,
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