It Was Salieri!

Mozart's Requiem has been dogging me for days. Three times in the last twenty-four hours I've awoken to it; jarred out of sleep by its intensity, and familiarity, probably. When I deflate after work, I pump those strains through my speakers while unpiling the stack of books from bookbag to bed where I pore through them, hour after hour.

I don't know what it's a sign of; I think the universe is just having its comedic little moments with me. I'm laughing away, universe. Oh, I'm laughing.