last night i was dreaming about the end of the school year, when every single musical group i used to be in would have a concert. i have a vague memory of there being some race involved too - i guess the boston marathon?
anyway the details of this dream are fading fast, but there was a CYWS concert, and i was the only percussionist there (and hadn't played any of the music before). so, i decided not to play. i was really worried that there would be some parts of the music that really required percussion, but i didn't want to mess up things even more by coming in at entirely wrong places. i figured if ciepluch asked me why i didn't play, i would explain to him how i'd had many nightmares about having to sight read concerts and it not going well at all. i thought he'd understand. i mean, it's normal to have the same nightmares night after night, right?
i had to fax some papers this morning (i couldn't break into phik's house last night). so, i went to copy cop. they did the fax dance, and then it was time to pay. the conversation went something like this:
copy cop: that's 2 dollars and 63 cents.
me: what was that?
cc: 2 dollars and 63 cents.
me: hands him 3 dollars
cc: goes to register and fiddles with some things
at this point, i thought that $2.63 for faxing two pages was a lot.
cc: hands me back 2 dollars and a few coins
also, i can dial my phone from Address Book, which is k-rad.