D'oh.

At the moment, it's Band Week 1, Alex 0. I was doing fine until the entries. After (1+2+6+1+2+4...16) sixteen entry sets performed in close proximity to each other, I didn't feel so good. (Actually, I felt kinda bad after the six-set) I did manage to make it home without incident. But from there, no such luck. I'm thankful that it all went in the right place and then could be taken care of. So I'm feeling much better now. Shouldn't have eaten so much meat at the barbecue (yeah, I broke the bacon rule, basically), but I didn't think we were going to do entries.

I didn't get last chair, so I improved from my previous standings. To my dismay it would appear that a serious work ethic has also somehow infected our section, or the director's making good on threats so far. The extra entries were an overkill, and I can look forward to them every single f---ing day.

I've made it to page two of my band week schedule. Unfortunately, page 2 has three and one-half days on it. So I'm going to bed really soon.

Plus, it looks like rain will be arriving. How kind of it to hold off until after we were done with practice in the humidity. [/sarcasm]

Some images for your contemplation: A good example of irony, and Eris's five-footed, twenty-three-toed frog.

And some articles for your interest: Trees causing drug and prostitution deals, and the dangers of reading.

And now, we're off to bed. Tomorrow had better be a more comfortable day, gods-dammit.