March 20th, 2001

Roman

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I am still tired. I wonder if something is wrong but probably not. I just want to lie down. I am going to a performance by Perky's group tonight, at eight. I was wanting to get some laundry done first. maybe I will maybe I won't.
Roman

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I walked downtown. my feet have blisters, my legs are tired. I wonder why sometimes this is easy and other times it just isn't.
Roman

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I just saw Perky's chorus in a "friends and family" performance at the Congregational church. It struck me the lengths to which we go to satisfy certain needs. Performance needs, singing, dancing. The choreography reminded me that this was perhaps the main reason I chose not to join the group. I am not a good fit that way.

The group is very polished. There are two break-out quartets, and one came from Santa Maria as well. A nice presentation altogether. This group pays a lot of attention to presentation.
Roman

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And now I am waashing clothes across the street. The laundry there is supposed to be closed at nine so I feel like a criminal, for god's sake. I hate these restrictions. The managers are always off somehow. I guess it's in the nature of the job. Who of better quality would do it?