Oh wait, I haven't eaten anything but a piece of bread, a waffle and a single pancake today.
No wonder I'm this exhausted.
Oops
Nat (she/her)
Lesbo.
Suffering computer girl.
Music is fun.
Some weird neurdivergence is going on here.
Who cares.
Btw, if you read this, you are worm now.
In spirit or reality.
Doesn't matter.
Worm beam at you!
Get wormified.
Worm!
🪱
Dm me fish and I will give you something. What I am giving depends on how good the fish is. Good luck :)
Oh wait, I haven't eaten anything but a piece of bread, a waffle and a single pancake today.
No wonder I'm this exhausted.
Oops
Anyways, this concludes a day in which I have first practiced canons for 3 hours and then composed/ wrote choir voices for another 6 hours.
I think I can't avoid calling myself a musician anymore.
It does sound really nice, and there's some really cool phrases in it, but I'm scared I picked something too difficult. Both for me as a composer and for my choir.
I guess we'll see.
Today was a very adult day.
I woke up early, took out the trash, filled in, scanned, copied and stapled some documents, brought said documents to an office to further process the documents, ate lunch and gossiped with @AnarchoWalrus and now I have bought some white wine, which I will drink at a dinner date with a friend.
Pack of Dogs by John Littleboy