Stick a fork in me. I'm done. It's 10:12 PM. No sick students. Plus a studio class. Plus two dress rehearsals for recitals this weekend. Monteverdi (an old dead composer) said it best when he wrote Lasciatemi Morire! which is a little handy Italian phrase meaning "Let me die."
Except I have to drive home first. If I see any snow, I'm taking someone out. And I don't mean in a date kind of way.
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