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i was reading a swiftly tilting planet on the T on my way home tonight when the brandon/maddok wonked me on the head. holy bejeezers! they get married! who said something about them to me recently? i remember someone did but i can't remember who...

so i went to the brahms. all by my lonesome. i'm glad i did. i knew someone would say something about dr. daverio... and they did. dedicated the brahms to him... while working very hard to refer to him in the present tense.

while trying to avoid one person i knew during intermission, i ran right into the director of the choir i quit a year and a half ago. d'oh. he would have been very low down on the list of people into whom i would like to run. nevertheless, we ended up having a lengthy and pleasant conversation. he had a wee bit of advice for me in the trying-to-get-a-job-as-a-choral-conductor realm. yeah, i'm glad now that i ran into him bc now i'm not afraid of running into him anymore.

i was secretly pleased that while the performance received a lot of much-deserved applause, it didn't get the standing ovation our verdi requiem performance got last year. heheh. i mean, no that's not nice, it's not a competition. hehe, whatever. the verdi was incredible. this performance was excellent too, just different.

also, i miss singing.

tod, wo ist dein stachel?

why won't the trumpet player call me back???????? hmph.

the city wouldn't sweep the streets when there's snow, would they? ::hopeful face:: i don't want to have to go move both our car and judy's... lazy lazy me.

therapy today. fun times, yo. ::grover dance:: i only remembered as i was waking up this morning that she told me to try to remember my dreams. oops. i hardly ever remember dreams. maybe i'll have to do that dream notebooky thing. never done that before. i think i don't remember dreams because of the way i wake up - playing with the snooze button for almost an hour every morning. i likely lose what memory i would have had in that hour of snoozing.

but also, it's like... ? is she really going to try to ferret out the source of my depression by listening to my dreams? that seems a little... dunno. the only part of last night's dreams i can remember was looking out a window and seeing 2 people talking. i ducked behing the curtain but not before they saw me. i waited a second and then peeked back out again. that's it. that's all i remember. woohoo. so revealing. ah well, not like i have any better ideas.