(diaryland) September 17, 2005 - 4:46 p.m.

I just mopped the kitchen floor. It looks exactly like how it did before, except wetter.

I had a piano student earlier on, to whom I tried to explain the concept of 7th chords to. I fucked up big time. I said the most convoluted and partially-explained things ever. Now I think she's scared of 7th chords.

Now I am at my parents' house. I think I will get some birthday presents. Hooray!