Just had another conversation with my mother about why we’re not getting married in the Catholic church.

Want to write this and see this and know this for my own benefit: not being religious does not make me a bad person.

Should we just elope? y/y?

Assorted bitching

A collaborative pianist at NEC changed her recital three weeks before the date to include some of Debussy’s Ariettes oublieés. She asks me to sing because I have them memorized. Fine. But, getting upset with me about scheduling is not an option when 1. you never offered to reimburse me for stepping in, and 2. I’ve been in Fledermaus rehearsal for the past four hours and my voice is fatigued.

Shit, man. When someone does you a solid, you’ve gotta be nice to them. More later, or something.