4.19.2003
 
Went 'round the neighborhood for the development's quarterly yardsales. Walked away with some nice fabric, an antique dress with pretty ruffles, and a laquer fish sculpture to be used as an incense holder.

Last night's Passion Play was better than I thought it would be. Honestly, I sounded like shite. But, one of the advantages of being the only tenor, not one could tell that I was off pitch. Apparently, some people were quite pitchy according to dad. Since I had zero monitor by me, I couldn't tell.
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Hey Sarah, you're right. It isn't funny at all. Currently feeling disgusted with myself for an excessively caulous comment said before the performance.

It's great that you're boyfriend doesn't have anything wrong with him!

I need a life.

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