a change is gonna come

I would never make it to my 8 am's if it wasn't for Elena. After a massive spaz attack at 7 30 am (i.e, I got up to turn off the alarm and after taking a step fell on my ass because one leg was asleep) I fell back into bed and she, in her half-awake/half-asleep state, managed to persuade me to get up and get my ass to class. Oh I love the roomie.
Anyway, so glad I went. I really do enjoy that class when I go, but today it was basically a Motown-fest, blasting the Vandellas, Supremes, Sam Cooke, Otis Redding for 45 minutes. It was probably the caffeine rush but I haven't thoroughly enjoyed a class so much since Spence--it just has a good vibe.

I'm such a dork.


But at least I'll admit it!





Okay so this day is going to be insane. And then tomorrow I'm headin' to California for the weekend. Baaah, have to pack tonight. On top of everything else.



p.s - I finished the new piece (still effy about the title) last night; added a bridge:

So sing me your song of glory
It pains me but I won't let it show