This discovery courtesy of an IM message sent at midnight chiding me for not coming to a ballroom dance class I never come to in order to help demonstrate since my teacher was sick. (Note: The IM was not from the teacher herself.) The class was at 6pm. I sang till 7:30pm or so last night. My throat is rather raw. This does not help my temperament.
Moreover, I sent an email to the IMer last night at 10pm when I first got the notice about coming into class to help demonstrate. So the IMer knew why I couldn't come and still decided that sending me a guilt-IM that I would read first thing in the morning would be a brilliant plan.
The Killings and the Death.