Swimming in it
I was showering at the rec today when I heard the strains of classical music over the water on the tiles. For once, whoever was running the lap swim hour was playing something other than Beck or Dave Matthews Band. I'm not sure who the composer was but the piece that was playing was lovely and etherial. I couldn't lift weights or do cardio to classical music but I thought that playing it for the swimmers was a marvelous idea. I can imagine swimming to classical might be a surreal experience, like drifting back into the womb.

Today I'm taking the last series of photographs of the street faire, in case my camera can't handle shooting the Seattle Knights' practice on Sunday. The weather has been pretty much crap and I'm not entirely pleased with my photos. But what do I know; I'm an amateur. Anyhow, yes, this means I'm up in Seattle for the weekend. Leaving tonight to spend the night at Justin's mom's place in Portland. I've mostly recouped from this stupid virus but it still makes me feel pretty dead in the morning and the evening. I hope a weekend out of my normal, oppresive routine will give me back a little of the clarity I've been lacking lately. That also means that Justin and I will get to eat at Toyoda's on Saturday! Oh, yum... it's been too long.

Monday morning I have both my Japanese midterm and OIP interview for the Freeman scholarship. That $7,000 will be mine! Nyahahaha!