Sometimes...

I woke up this morning hating myself. I can't explain why it happens, but I imagine everybody has mornings like this. Where you wake up too late, but are too tired to actually get up, so you just lie there trying to go back to sleep. I couldn't get back to sleep either, because they're renovating the courtyard and started at 7am. The frustration of being woken by every noise made me think of every little think I don't like about myself, and they just added up and made me miserable for three hours. When I finally got out of bed I knew I had to wake up fast, because the half-asleep angry me was not fun to live with. I chugged my coffee and grumbled little nothings to nobody over my cold cereal, took a quick shower and started for school.

The reason I wanted to get up early was so I could go south to the foreigners' office in Újbuda and finally prove to them that I am insured while living here. Then I was going to watch the trombone competition at Liszt Ferenc, which started at 10. Balázs was playing, as well as about 15 other students from all over Hungary. So when I got there just before noon, I was followed by a dark cloud.

I listened to people play for about an hour, and got even more sulky. The coffee I slugged was making me fidgety and anxious, so I left and went to the practice room. I stupidly went straight into the massive amount of repertoire I have to learn for the Debreccen competition without a warm-up, and before 5 minutes I was freaking out.

And then it got better somehow. I think the ten minutes of breathing helped.

And then, I learned the Bozza Ballade. Fantastic.

And five hours later, I'm writing this and eating soup, and am much more cheerful.

Boldog Születésnapot, Kat Surgen!