I'm feeling better now. I'm just too worried.

And I'm kind of sad that Pavarotti died, he's not the best Opera Singer in the world, but he sure as hell made Opera popular. (My dad is a right and proper Neapolitan Tenor himself, and made us listen to a lot of Opera when we were younger) so it sucks to see him go.

I'm gonna start reading Les Miserables... translated from French to English, mind you. I can read Spanish, and I'm only learning French for the benefit of my girlfriend. She goes to Goucher College, a Tier II school, and she's fucking brilliant. I go to a community college and look forward to attending a state school. It's only a matter of time before she finds a better man than I am.

I'm drinking Irish breakfast tea and listening to NPR. So at this moment, I'm in paradise. All horrid shit is either past me or too far ahead of me to see.