Some nights I need things or people more than others, this was one of those nights. But I had a couple shots of strawberry rum, finished studying my vocab, and now I’m gonna take a shower and toss my sorry-ass self into bed. Tomorrow is a new day, and I have my viola lesson. Which should be good. I don’t get to see Amber enough. Amber = my viola teacher. She’s like a second mama to me. She pushes me but in a constructive way. And Nathan should be back so I can go visit him in the evening and catch up on things. Bahhh. Okay. Even a fucked up performance is still a performance opportunity so I can learn from it. I shouldn’t be messing up like that. I’m too good of a player and I’m an upperclassman and I’m better than that. Well shit. This is my life and my love and my passion and I can’t afford to make stupid mistakes. Even though it’s probably one of the hardest pieces I’ve ever had to learn and am still learning, that’s no excuse. I need to practice longer, prepare harder.

I can do this.