I feel so incredibly musical today. I had my voice lesson today, and I completely knocked the socks off myself in “A Little Bit of Good”. I was amazed at how strong my voice could be. I can’t wait until November 8th, when I get to sing it at the voice recital. Of course, the music my classmates performed earlier that day in the group lesson was all stuck in my head, and when I was working on Physics homework after my voice lesson, the music suddenly started inspiring me to more and more absurd songs for Men at Arms. Keep in mind that I’ve managed to not think about it for quite some time now. I thought I was being good. Meh. I nearly kept bursting out laughing in the middle of English class as I envisioned a three-part, Verdi-esque extravaganza of music, centering on Angua, Carrot, and Gaspode’s reactions after Carrot finds out Angua is a werewolf. I kept coming up with more lyrics during JETS and in the shower. Then there was a Vimes song, expressing irritation to Colon about the new recruits, Angua in particular, as Vimes hates the undead. Then, later in the “production”, Angua would sing the reprise when she’s trying to tell Carrot about her lycanthropy. I am way too easily amused for my own good. To make matters worse, when we started talking about Christine’s shoes in JETS, I started coming up with a song about how difficult it can be to find shoes in my size. I sang it quietly for Caroline, who decided I was nutso. Then, throughout JETS, I kept bursting into “Springtime for Hitler” and other various songs triggered by occasional key phrases and expressions used in everyday conversation. I started to worry about myself. I think I’m too musical for my own good. ::drowns overactive muses by blasting Abbey Road::