Poor poor Schubert!

They say that your sense of smell is strongly linked to memory.

That made itself blatantly clear when Franz Schubert's String Quintet in C Major started playing and I immediately remembered the smell of burnt marshmallows, because that's what the musty old library smelled like that my quintet rehearsed that piece in at ENCORE a few years ago. Wonderful wonderful piece, icky smell. That and there were personality clashes between ... well ... just about everyone and our coach. I think I was one of two people that didn't argue with her in any way. If I'm remembering correctly (god, that musty burnt marshmallow smell really gave me headaches, it was hard to concentrate on anything besides trying to breathe!), the other cellist really got into a spat with the Coach!

Go figure.

This is today.

Which started out very badly. As in up at 6am with a small stomach bug badly. Could be worse, could be one of those 24 hour stomach bugs, at which point I wouldn't be here typing but would be back praying to the porcelain god.

Just a small bug, so I'm starting to feel mostly better. I did some laundry. I sent out a resume with a really kick-ass job (no, I'm not telling you; I don't want to jinx it!).

Kire stole my pillow and is hanging out in the big leather chair watching 40 Greatest Internet Superstars on VH1. I just took some headache medicine and a Vitamin C tablet.

Oh, and you see those boxy pictures at the top? That's my store! All proceeds feed my want-to-pay-my-bills addiction. :-)

On The Golden Compass; New Line's ideas to cover up the 'anti-religion' part and (from what I've read) cut the film to 2 hours really killed it. Rumors say the second and third installments will be made, and will follow the book more closely. I should hope so; the story is why we read.