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Today: tried to print out my play, went to playwriting, tore it up with Adam A. (like always), went to jazz ensemble rehearsal, hung out with Jon on the Morewood heating grate, went to the student reading, stayed at the student reading, came home, blabbered on IM. And still I haven't written out my assignment for Jazz Ear Training tomorrow. It's going to be a late night.