Crap. Am I playing chimes today? Crappity crap mcCrapsalot.

Piano lesson = decidedly subsnarky. The big things were better - like the baroqueness of the Handel stayed with me. And those 8 bars I pounded and pounded in Beethoven were still there - uncomfortable, but there. But otherwise, the accuracy flew out the window. It was rad (bleah.)

Okay, time to do things. Like maybe get $225 from the biz office. That would so rule.