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Okay, I had a busy and good weekend. Sally turned 21 (*grins*) and graduated from SFSU. She also kept feeding me. And we argued a bit over whether Russ or Matt was the cooler twin (Matt was at the birthday dinner)(She says Russ, I say Matt, eh. They both sing and give good compliments.) And there were backrubs and Firefly and I told her that Tom Baker played everyone's favorite Marsh-wiggle, and long conversations and I know *I* had fun.

And I berated Ben for not going. And I got to see and hug Eudo people (specifically Judy and Liz and Wyll)(Wyll petted my hair a bit...)

Unfortunately, it seems that one of the owners of Comic Relief died. He was a nice guy, and will be missed.
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In other news, I've gotten a callback for The Marriage of Figaro. Apparently, they are considering me for the part of Marcellina. Which looks to be good fun. (Bwah ha ha, that plot is SO absurd!)

Feeling mopey

Well, with that title, I should either write an emo post or poetry.

I think I shall do neither.
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Think of the sunlight. Think of the way it makes the whole earth bright at its first touch, then grows even brighter through part of the day. How when just arriving or just leaving it lines the clouds with pinks and reds. How when at its height all things with color look their best, and those things without color tend to burn the eyes or burn the feet. How ruthless and wonderful it is, and how very difficult it is to be truly unhappy when one is comfortable and thinks of sunlight.

Think of music. Think of the way it fills a room, how in silence even the faintest notes carry an impact, a tension. Think of the full range of feeling it pulls, the joy and sorrow that is given no release until the music demands its expression. The depths to which a song can take you, and the heights.

Think of how distracting friends can be.

Think of life.