On a roll...

Tonight as I was working on "Too Late," I tried listening to some John Williams as I worked, but I found that the rhythm of the music got in the way of the rhythm of the words. It makes sense, really, since prose and especially poetry are music in a way. I do listen to music whenever I do art, though.

For the record, I'm still sick. It's wretched. I'm stable enough that I can go to school (which I did today), but my head feels awful and it's hard to focus. Maybe tomorrow it will disappear like a bad dream. Or maybe it'll get worse and I'll get to see what a hospital is like on the inside. Just kidding. Hmm, that's not very funny, is it.

Anyway, I signed up for a credit card today with my bank. If I didn't have to build credit (for the cell phone, and eventually everything else), I wouldn't. I'm against buying things on credit, so I'm just going to use it as a debit card and make sure I absolutely do not spend money that I don't have. I'm very good at spending money, by the way. Too good. Time to learn how to save.