Work sucks. I hate feeling incompetent.
My first voice lesson is today, and I have picked out no literature.
I fucking miss Craig. Is it wrong to desire comfort in someone besides myself?
And nature sympathized. So I rode my bike home in the rain. And found consolation in the fact that while rain-soaked, I look hot in my underwear. To quote the Mrs. Astor: I lead a shallow, tawdry life.