This little piggy went to belly dancing�
7:58 p.m.
I�m getting a little tired of recitals. This is what happens at this time of year in a music department. There are also more professional concerts in our series, and one ensemble is coming as artists-in-residence on Wednesday, and they�re all staying with us. The pianist and violinist are also bringing their 8-year-old son. Argh! It�s a good thing we have a big house.
I got A- on my Latin midterm exam, which I suppose is all right. There sure were an awful lot of red marks on my paper. I don�t see how I could possibly have got that high. We�re almost finished translating the Narcissus story, and we�ll soon get to work on Orpheus and Euridice. This is hard work. I�m supposed to be good at languages, but I think my brain is getting tired.
In belly dancing tonight I hurt my toe somehow. Suddenly I had a sharp pain in my left big toe as though there was a splinter in it, but upon close inspection there was nothing out of the ordinary. However, every time I put my weight on it in a certain position, pointed usually, it would be excruciating. So I left early.
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