ache-y break-y

Just back from an extended meeting and before that, a gruelling a cappella practice... and from Suicide Prevention weekend, when we went skiing. I have muscle aches where I never knew I had muscles. This is what being a piece of overcooked spaghetti must be like - you just feel like flopping all over the place and never getting up again.

In any case, after that short (and unproductive) break, this is what will be occupying my mind and body for the next couple of weeks:
Yay I'm singing! Come watch.

On my second cup of mango white tea (truly the Champagne of teas! thanks Ppt, Brian and Jiahui!) and second last set of Bio readings. Aja aja, hwaiting!