Sight reading this morning was about as frustrating as it's ever been. I almost punched something. Sometimes I feel like I'm making progress. This morning I felt no better than I was a year ago. That's a long time.
But I know what I have to do. It's like the end of a long workout, when I scramble my brains and get cross-eyed pissed off at something. I have two weeks until the SDSU audition.
Coffee's for closers only.