Holy butt it's late. I can't believe it's almost 3:00. And I can't believe that I didn't write more on Ligeti. Why is it that one tends to delay things one doesn't like doing until the last moment? It's just more pain and frustration. Then again, I guess if you really don't want to do something, that implies that there's some sort of a dilemma and you don't want to make the wrong decision. Well, ok, for things like doing your homework, there's no wrong decision in doing it but for other, let's say, more philsophical queries. Ugh. I should sleep. How am I going to wake up for Shostakovich tomorrow?