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My Russian prof was grateful that I didn't come to class when she heard my (lack of) voice. I gave her my homework, and she gave me my homework and quiz on which I got an A+ and an A- respectively. She told me that it's totally within my power to get an A- in her class as long as I try my hardest. I then turned in my pass/fail form to my dean so that I don't have to bust my hump over that music class and then came home. I got to hang out with Skeefe and mess with photos, then write up the charter for The Group. I feel very productive, and I'm pretending I don't sound like I lost my vocal chords somewhere in my mess of a room. I'm off to a memorial service and then dinner with my lovely lady. Yes, I too think that's a wierd combination. Maybe I'll post about Amy, the girl the memorial service is for, but probably not. So I'll say this now. She was lovely, and sweet and funny. A bland eulogy, it may seem, but I'm not the most qualified to give one on her, and anyway, that's enough. I have my memories and that's all any of us have now. If you didn't know her, I can't make that up to you now, and if you did, you don't need me to tell you about her.