(diaryland) May 11, 2004 - 2:42 p.m.

I have just appreared at work after humiliating myself in class.

My dweeb duet partner did not practice her part once again and spent the whole of our small performance of Hungarian Dance No. 5 by Brahms flailing around while I tried to read her mind and play along. It was like trying to rescue someone you have never seen before in a blizzard. The teacher said it was a 'disaster'. I did warn him beforehand, though.

Oh, well. I do have tea here. That's always a sign things aren't really that bad.