Triangle - Dredg

There's something unusually amusing about listening to a march tune on the classical radio station while driving slowly through campus during the early morning influx of students.

My lit prof is handing back a quiz I never took. Leave it to my luck to miss one day due to illness and lose a quiz grade for it. It was most likely a very simple quiz, too, as it was over A Midsummer Night's Dream. Definitely not one of Shakespeare's more difficult plays.

I have to sing a solo today in voice class. For all my voluntary singing around campus and in the car (much to the chagrin of all within earshot), I'm scared as hell to actually stand in front of people with no other purpose but to sing. The bloody thing is outside my range, too. Treble D = bad for me. Still, if this class can improve my singing ability, I'm willing to endure any amount of humiliation.

Some random people came by my house last night selling magazines. Rather than refuse them outright, I cut them checks I'm going to cancel. Call me a sadist, but I wanted their little sign on the door, as it wards future solicitors from crashing my crib, yo.

The Panda is calling my name. Have I the power to resist her expensive call?