Silly stupid

I rolled out of bed at 7:18 AM in Harlem, and screeched softly as I possibly could to show alarm. In fact, I believe my first words were "Oh shit!"

For waking up late on a Monday and feeling all crazy, I'm ridiculously happy with my life. I'm happy with my five days of nearly wearing the same thing, having time to practice, and not doing my own dishes. I'm happy with my social life because I actually went to parties, in which one involved the game Birthday Kitten (Communist Squirrel Cake) and Apples to Apples. Then, I spent at least an hour laying on the floor last night, giggling drunkenly and being called a retard. My weekend in a box, folks!

Tonight, I'm going to City Winery to see four hours of awesome music by an orgy of my favorite musicians. Tomorrow I teach a piano lesson. Wednesday I have a piano lesson. Thursday, I'm going to the Met for the FIRST TIME EVER to see Turandot (Squeeeeeeeeee). Does life get better? Does it? Oh and Saturday I'm playing in a recital? Whaaaat.

And if you were wondering, I did end up getting to work on time this morning. <3