Big siiiiggghhh...

My senior recital is in a week and a half. Am I ready? Nearly. I need to go over lyrics to a few of my vocal songs and come up with a few more motions and expressions, but all of my piano stuff is ready to go. Well, nearly. There is one run in Chopin's Berceuse that I CAN NOT get right. It's driven me to tears twice. I can't even practice it as much as I'd like because after about four or five tries, my arm begins to feel like there is fire running through my veins and my wrist begins to ache terribly.
So, I sit here typing with one hand (which is both annoying and hard because I'm not left handed) while my other hand lies incapacitated at my side with an ice pack covering it. I'm going to try use my arm, wrist, and hand as little as possible in the next week and a half; little to no computer mouse work and little to no writing. Just as I was feeling inspired to work on both my fantasy novel AND a new, secret story idea, too. I guess they will just have to wait until June.
There is one thing that I can do easily without using my right wrist and that thing is reading. And watching Star Trek. But since I already watched Star Trek tonight, I think I shall leave you so I can go curl up with a good book. I'm going to start The Three Musketeers. Or, perhaps Catching Fire. Or, perhaps both, though that would bring my total of books currently-being-read up to five... or is it six? Maybe I should finish the books I'm reading already before starting new ones.
I will leave with with Arturo Beneditti Micheangeli (isn't that a fabulous name?) playing Chopin's Berceuse:

Live long and prosper.