i dreamed that i went to go back as alumni to sing for some choral competition/festival and it had some weird dancing and stunts (related to rag dance i pressume) in it and i was befuddled.

who wouldn't be?

it's been donkey years since i last competitively sang for any thing/affiliation, and im not even sure if my diaphragm is there (now of course i know it is but it's non-existent now) and probably my head voice somewhere in morocco for holiday eating shish-kebabs.

my sis say 'sheesh' when i said, 'it's monday!'

then i said 'shish-kebabs'

which i don't even know what it looks like. frmph.

random as usual. since it's normal that i'm random, then it's not random that i'm random, and thus i am normally random.

anyway!

wondering if i'd have time to eat lunch today instead of packing.

hope there's not too much new/unfinished work to be done...

lunch time is a headache still- packing does have it's benefits- you don't have to decide for yourself what to eat, ha!

alrighty! monday here i come