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it's a lovely morning here in suburbia. sunny and cool and ahhh. it looks like it may get hot again though, which is not good for my choristers. or me, given that i'm always hot anyway. yesterday after two hours of rehearsal, i felt like i'd been in a sauna. but... i have a new bra! so, i may be overheated, but i'll be supported. my left breast is pleased.

it feels very weird that i have what is essentially a concert this morning (i'm careful about calling it a 'service' at church but come on, really? it's a concert with some talking) and i'm not particular nervous or stressed about it. rather, my nerves and stress have been deflected about one week off to the insanity of the task i am about to undertake. ok, right, i'll try to be in the moment. this is me, here, now. right.

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eee! HAPPY BIRTHDAY willysunny

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omg. the new trailer. i think i'm gonna pee my pants. moustache schmoustache, it's all worth for ( that moment when )

and another omg for the snl sketch. ahahahaha. they have so been reading fanfic.

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the music service this morning went so well. i am extremely pleased. the choir outdid themselves once again, pulling out all the stops at the last minute. the first song, ain'-a that good news had two scary moments - one missed tenor entrance which they caught and worked their way back in, and one place where they pianist turned two pages at once and dropped out for a bit. but the choir kept right on going and all was well. and really, i think those were the only gaffs. they did 3 of the pieces a cappella which they almost never do. and they were gorgeous. we made starbuckle cry! kind of made me cry too.

♥ music.

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so. i've told revue people that my participation will be cut to the numbers in which i have a significant role. they're ok with it.

( now i have to: )

so, my beloved fan friends, this marks the beginning of several weeks of reduced participation from me. i'll read only the tiniest of filters of my flist, pretty much just people i know in rl. i don't know how much i'll post, we'll see. but i need to start giving as much of my time as possible to the piece. and once i'm down there, i don't know whether i'll have internet access or what.

i'll miss you desperately.

i listened to the whole piece on my drive home. and now i'm going to listen again with the score before i go to bed. it's so so creepy. it's a weird piece to live with so intensely. disturbing and unsettling... but hard to understand. yes. i think i'll google the book/libretto later and see if i can find some analysis that makes sense to me.