rooks on roof

best time of night.

At last, I have something to practice: from my friend Federico I got my first gig, three Bach cantatas with choir somewhere south of Zürich (about 2 hours away). Music seems great, and quite difficult. Getting there is going to be a little bit of a challenge; figuring out where to go, and when, is confusing even when you speak the language.

Studying.

There were also some pants-under-pants questions I received today. I should have been more specific. Fleecy-on-the-inside leggings under pants. The pants have no trouble fitting because I'm still too skinny, duh. If I were a teenager in California I might wear the leggings with a short dress and some Ugg boots. Oh wait, I wore that the other day. And the sad part was that as I was putting everything on, I thought, "It's OK, I'm in Europe." Sellout indeed. Don't give up hope, though; the mental mortification was enough that I came home after my errands and swiftly changed into some rather ill-fitting corduroys. My own lame fashion (read: impeccable moral) compass is still in tact, not to worry.

Hey, is this typeface any easier to read? It's weird how little control you have over things in here.