mysterious happenings

i confess that the jury is currently out on what kind of a day today is going to be. on one hand, i have a terrifying amount of work to do because i was largely useless yesterday; the subway car that carried me to work had no lights; i have more rehearsal to do tonight than i know what to do with, made doubly important by the fact that i completely blanked on the lyrics to one of my old standbys; my office smells like burnt hair and i think i have to go to the DMV on thursday.

on the other hand, a mysterious benefactor left a nearly full pack of cigarettes -- my preferred brand -- on my desk in the night.

so you can see my quandary, i'm sure.

amendment: i have figured out the tone of today. go here , read the entry on "how to answer loaded questions," laugh uproariously and understand my pain (or lack thereof)