I need a sandwich monitor. As in, some little twittery insect-type thing permanently perched on my shoulder and monitoring what mouthfuls tasks I bite off. I'm updating now because I'm avoiding finishing up the flyer for the Branner musical. It had been something that I'd been really excited to do, but now I realize that said excitement had to be contingent on free time to enjoy the process, not trying to cram it in between one day's afternoon math section and evening University singers rehearsal. I've finished the postcard-type things, which were kind of passably funky though not a personal best, and now have to adapt those elements to an 11" x 17" poster.

Yet I have an E14 problem set to start, and a math midterm to study for. My grades in those two classes are in dismal need of multiple good kicks in the pants. What am I obsessing over a stupid poster for? First, I shouldn't be. Second, if I were, I should have done it much sooner.

One thing I need to figure out for next year is what I'm going to do about singing, ultimate, and outdoor outreach stuff. (The last doesn't just refer to SOOP, but to outreach projects in general, including the OA proposal.) I sat and thought about it for a few minutes today, and came to the realization that I can't pursue all three of those to the extent that I'd want to if I were even remotely involved. So, I'm going to have to pick two of those for next year. I feel like I'm most connected with the latter two, but the idea of my not being in a singing group of some sort is just so odd. For eight years, even during my hiatuses (how do you pluralize that? Hiati? Brooke?) from piano, I've had this consistent outlet for musical expression. I don't know what I want to do, and I can't afford the time to think about all of this right now.

Wow, I can't wait for summer. It should be so relaxing: I'll be able to leave work in the late afternoon and not think about it until the next morning. That's a mind-blowing concept. I have to go force down some of that overstuffed sandwich now.