*feebly offers link to anybody interested in reading a majorly hole-filled theory*
The Miraculous Mandarin was fabulous. Except for our part, which sucked. I mean, sucked. That was maybe the worst 3 minutes of choral singing I've ever done at that university, haha. But it could have been worse. At least the other 32 minutes sounded great.
It's only 11 and I am exhausted. Wah. Bed. I am never going to see YM again, am I? *cries*
