ha! yesterday, rehearsing Mozart's Requiem completely exhausted me. i think it contributed to the incredible whininess. today, it has energjzed me. i feel great. i feel like my voice and my breathe and my body are all working together. and it's a beautiful night. i should have walked further down the green line instead of getting on the T at Copley, because it was truly a perfect night for walking in the city. 65 degrees and breezy. alive.
and i am reading a very silly book by Meg Cabot, and that is also making me happy. whee!
and this is going to be short entry partially because i want to get back to my book, but also because i need to take off my bra very soon. it's actually a very comfortable bra, especially given the incredible amount of cleavage it gives me, but really, bras are just inherently not comfortable for long-term wearage. i don't think wearage is actually a word, but you know, i don't care right now.
and tomorrow i will go to work reasonably early, unlike today, so i feel less guilty than i did today for leaving at 4:30. i don't know why i'm feeling so unmotivated at work. i'm going to have to do something about this.