um.... not much to say. i love coming home from band practice feeling as if i put in a great, wonderful, fantastico, constructive, hard day at work.
school is going well, i can make up the homework that i missed out on yesterday (coughtwosongsahem) before the quiz... slept about an hour (maybe two) last night, which was frustrating beyond measures. got singled out in ear training -again- because i hit a sour high note. i wasn't going to point out the fact that the 'do re me fa sol' was the first words i had uttered all day, other than a gutteral 'thanks' after paying for my coffee at the shell station.