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Of all the things to have the urge to hum, Beethoven's Ninth is way high on the list of things that make you look snobby, just so you know.  but it was lovely.  So pretty.  For most of it, I lay on my back in the grass and watched the sky get dark while the music played.  I haven't heard the 9th in *years*, but it was amusing me how much of it i recognized.  I don't think I could identify it if you played it to me and asked me what it is, but every time they started a new movement, I'd think, Oh, yeah, that's right. 

600 words on the angel smut.  I need to cover a couple more points, and then I'll have another chapter finished, and be ready to start writing things that I don't know anything about, as they're not in ther previous version of this tory.  Which is scary.  Plus, I'm pretty sure I need a subplot, and I don't think I can make the subplot and the plot both be about them both..