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Waking up just before noon.
Ana's in the kitchen cooking some Maple Blueberry Banana Pancakes. I brew the Coffee.
I've got a full schedule of lessons at Music Makers starting from 2:30 to 6. As the school season begins my lessons will only grow and grow. Already feeling the grind and expectation to instill musical knowledge in these kid's heads. It's a big responsibility but somebody's got to do it.
Scrambled Eggs. Watermelon. Sweet Potato Tortilla Chips with Salsa. Honey Green Tea.
On the track field running a couple miles then shooting around on the basketball courts. There's an intense full-court game going on. I dare not play cause my thumb is still in the process of healing and it'd be a shame to agitate it. I watch the game on and off with jealousy.
Leftover Tilapia with Bamboo Rice and Arugula.
Watching A Night in Old Mexico (2013).
Scanning in pages from a music lesson book and collecting songs for my vocal students.
I get a call randomly from Will Clark. It's after 2 a.m. and he's exceptionally drunk. I pick him up from town center and, after an ordeal parking his car in the parking garage on the 8th floor, I bring him back to the house to crash on the couch. He promises to hook me up with a few ginger kombuchas.
Appeasing my snack appetite with a leftover Pancake from this morning.
Sleep 4 a.m.
[i] Lost Hoops. Adrian Skenderovic.
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