Tuesday

I am back on the wagon of fabulous. Now, if only I had the cash to go shopping.

I should rather like an entire new spring wardrobe, and to lose 40 pounds. But I love eating and hate going to the gym, so I don't see it happening.

Along those same lines, I am diving back into my Sibelius songs, because I refuse to continue living life without them. They are divinity. Now, for someone who can speak danish or swedish whatever the actual language they are happens to be. They just don't teach you Nordic tongues in school for singing, so I'm going to need a lot of help.

Once again, I can drink, I can do things. But what I really need to get on is: MY TAXES. The bane of my existence.