hannah | The Great Big Sea Last.fm station is on again.

One of the highlights of last night was being mistaken by a club promoter. Before the show started, there was a small showing of local black artists with a jazz band playing, and I asked the band if they played clubs and had business cards, thinking I'd get a website listing and the possibility of another evening of live music which I'd be happy to pay for. It might've been how I was dressed - fairly nicely, in my dark red jumper - or how I asked, but the guy I asked though I meant I was asking if they wanted me to book them for something. It was easily cleared up, though, with no harm done.

I barely understood anything Ladysmith Black Mambazo sang, and didn't care. I didn't get to dance, but had a great time laughing at their dancing and banter and the call-and-response songs they included.

Today at work I taped up some boxes of books to be sent elsewhere, which pretty much defines "miscellaneous duties as assigned."

Also, my birthday's coming up, and I'm trying not to fret over it.