I have a painless, brusiselike mark on my left foot that brings the movie Stigmata to mind. Pity I have another such mark on my right knee. I'll just have to wait before I make it as a messiah, then. Practice, as they say, makes perfect.

Dramamates are dropping like flies. Hostess was comatose and Tranio was out at a governor's school audition. Hortensio filled in for her, and seemed none too pleased about having to hang onto Puck's and Josh's legs.

Finally got Renee out of instrumental storage. Her bridge was off and her strings were loose, and I spent the twenty minutes between the end of rehearsal and Medusa's coming sitting on the music wing steps, tuning and trying to remember how to play. Not that it matters for the moment, as the music prof has been MIA these past two classes and we've been saddled with paranoid substitutes who refuse to allow any sort of activity that isn't on the lesson plan. There never is a lesson plan, so you'd think this would be simple. Not so. Instead, they refuse everything, even playing. Therefore, as of now, one cannot play one's instrument whilst in orchestra. One can, however, squish in with the band rats and watch The Sandy Bottom Orchestra.

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Spiritual and liberal? Heh? Though I need to stop swiping quizzes from Mao's diary before they do me harm. I am having Mao over tomorrow, it seems. Maybe I should go clean my room a bit. Except Medusa did it for me. Which means I should study for that insidious math test. Not that I will. Fanfiction beckons...

Adieu.