Fireworks over the city

So right now if i look out my window i can see fireworks going off over the entire city. It's rather beautiful, but eerie as i can't hear a sound that they're making. I should be reading Der Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse, seeing as it is going to make a large appearance in my looming German literature/history/philosophy/film paper. Ho Hum. Failing that, i ought to be in bed as I'm singing in a concert tomorrow. Titled The Sunshine Concert, it entails a scholarship of NZ$1000 for a fourth year music student. It's held every year in memorial for a musician, a clarinet player (i think), who died while mountain climbing. I did have a programme which told me more about it but have managed to mislay it... Hell i just show up and sing, no-one tells me any details! My lovely Claire-chen is singing too. Damn her, she gets to have fun with "The Tipsy Song" from La Perichole by Offenbach. Much more exciting than my rather dry Mozart aria from La Clemenza di Tito. Ahh well, enough of procrastination... back to my wanktacular German novel. Bloody Harry and his existentialist crises!