Far Too Many Notes For My Taste, And Most of Them About Christine

That's a line from _The Phantom of the Opera_, which my mother and I went out to see tonight. There's a scene in which several of the characters rush onto the stage carrying notes written to them by the Phantom, and they're all accusing each other of writing the notes. There's a great deal of misunderstanding and confusion. It's a funny scene, and several of you will see why I found it particularly amusing at this particular point. I used to love the soundtrack to that musical when it first came out, round about when I was in seventh grade. I desperately wanted to see it on stage and never could, but I still remember all the words to all the music. I used to sing along with my old tape of the original cast recording, and as I was listening to it in the movie theatre I actually found myself wanting to sing again. For years I've said that I absolutely do not sing. How could one not want to sing along to that loud, bangy organ music? The end was so sad though... they didn't do a good job of making the count very appealing, so I kept cheering for the Phantom.

Today was a good CR Christmas: eggwhites over spinach with tomato and basil on top for breakfast/brunch, a cup of fat free yougurt mixed with salsa verde as an afternoon snack, leftover turkey with mustard and a green apple for dinner, and I'll have a glass of red wine and a snack of some walnuts when I get home. I'm too tired to do my DWIDP now, but I'll do it in the morning. I'm sure I was within my calorie target, and while some things will come up low because I didn't eat my brewers yeast, the protein should be very good. The only bad thing was that Dunkin Donuts was the only open coffee place, so I got the coffee there with milk and sugar. I drink good coffee black, no sugar, but bad coffee I sometimes have to fix up a bit.

"Christine Daae can sing it, sir." "A chorus girl?"