In brief...

Had a lovely evening. JB remains a disgustingly supportive figure in my life -- God only knows why. She apparently harbours the delusion that I can sing, and that I have potential, though it's obviously not realized yet, since I don't actually know HOW to work my voice.

We did some singing exercises while she was over tonight (after Kitchen Confidential and Charlie Brown Christmas), and she was like "You have such a gorgeous voice!"

I think I gave her a look that implied she was absolutely batshit insane, but she just pinched my cheeks.

Bedtime now. Sociology 410 classwork on the morrow, along with a trip to the cemetery at some point.