Cravings that came wee bit too late

woa. still in post-recital phase.
hard to get out.

suddenly feeling like i had to let dutilleux and finzi go. and ready to lauch into new performing phase. but it's now 3 mins to 1am, which really means the perfect time to whip out my cor anglais (eli), who has been hibernating since february *ahem* and to suddenly launch into this glamours display of ravel, wouldnt one think that's rather a rude awakening?!?!

suddenly feels panicked that cor anglais reeds hasnt arrived yet in the mail. a bit freaked out i wont b ready 4 tonga. whoa!

instead, i am here procrastinating..wishing i could live the life of napoleon dynamites, where everything feels so in your face under the scorching sun, making the task of feeding 'tina the pet llama' seems equivalent to climbing mt. everest, as we munch away on tots, and sketch ligers (lion+tiger) to 'waste' the day away...

not to forget the 'vote for pedro' tshirts too...

still suffering from the building insomniacal tendencies. instead of serenading myself on the cor, i hav 2 resort to crackers and hummus, as this would b my 2nd meal of the day. oops wait. it's already 'tomorrow'..
i'm still too scared to go to bed, afraid of what i might dream up. the helicopter (which contained a swimming pool and does summersaults), and the previous vivid one of material closely related to 'clockwork orange', still leaves me considerable shaken.


*yawn*