I find it so funny that my body is programmed to get sick when I am on vacation. Achoo.
Tonight is Andrew's big graduation shin-dig. Should be something. I intend to lose a lot of video games. I am realizing, I think, that I am way too flute dependent. The thing is in the shop for two days and I can think of NOTHING to do with myself. That's pretty sad.

Meredith Monk e-mailed me today with comments for my paper. Too late, trick. She wants a copy. I am so embarrassed. I think they somehow got the impression that I am a music scholar writing a serious paper, when in reality I am a flute player who thought an interview would be an easy way to get the required 10 pages.

I hate Griffin. I can't wait to leave. I love my family and my friends. I don't want to leave. Achoo.

Blog pressure

Grace has a blog. I had a frog. It died though.