faster pussycat... type! type!

the cello concertos 1-3. repeatedly. all day. that's what it takes to get through the day, occasionally. it does, however, make me want to pick up my cello and play. i haven't since september. since before the surgery. i wonder how completely rusty i would be?

i played hooky from work yesterday. the idea was to get a bunch of stuff done. the reality was that i slept in. a lot. but i do have clean underwear. and since i was wearing my last pair, that's a good thing. clean socks, clean sheets, clean jeans, clean bras, and a clean grey hoodie sweatshirt. i'm going to consider it a good day for no other reason. my sights have previously been set too high, i believe.

few things piss me off more than animal cruelty. and here is a horrible story about bunnies. i am especially fond of bunnies, and especially sensitive to their plight. and this story makes me cry. the people in this story should be studied, because surely one of them is going to end up being a serial killer. anyway, the link above gives you the story, and something you can do about expressing your feelings towards animal cruelty. take a moment out and tell the Suffolk County DA what SICK BASTARDS Matteo Loverso, and his son, Rosario, are. so unnecessary and unacceptable. it sickens me. and my eye for an eye mentality leads me to believe that they should probably be skinned alive. just to make things fair.