sheldrake

Today was a day of new fun things to think about and old boring things to do. It was also Monday. I'm tired now.

I have enquired about joining a choir! A choir enquiry! How exciting! I don't know whether they'll let me in yet, though. Yes, stupid choir programme gave me Choir Nostalgia. I hope they let me in, they're doing Orff's Carmina Burana. I want to do Carmina Burana, damnit! I found another choir that actually meets at the church down the road from me, but they look a bit scary. They have this new young, dynamic director, and speak of something called 'high standards' on their website. Whereas this other one advertises itself as 'friendly', and has a special Training Choir for people who are scared and haven't sung since they were fifteen and toured France in a fog of bewilderment, getting lost in hypermarkets and dancing with uncouth cornet players in youth hostel discos. Ah, the memories...

Another thing I'd like to do: finish some of the stories in my Work in Progress folder. Plenty to choose from, as there appear to be 78 files within. 78. Some of them are only one sentence long, though.

It's no good, I'm going to have to give up Proper Work. Would anyone like to sponsor me to finish stories and do singing and make soup?