One of the first things I realized about my room was how fantastic the acoustics are. So naturally, I decided to spend my alone time in a constant loop of vocal performance: Heart, Les Miserables, Ingrid Michaelson, Next to Normal, Madonna, a narration of what I'm doing...it hasn't stopped. Although it should, because I've only recently realized that if I can hear people talking outside my window, they can hear me belting Like A Prayer.
Oh, and a recap of this weekend's adventures:
Went into town, bought a mug, took a different bus than normal and ended up on a tour of Vaxjo's residential area but made it back A-OK.
Didn't watch the Superbowl.
That's all for now!