Shame, shame, double shame

That's basically it man. All my side-chatting, dumbass, unwarrented dissention. I really do feel bad.

But oh well. What can one do but do better next time?

After class, I walked, mailman style, all round downtown with Meara. Why do I do these things? Just typical, irrational male behavior I suppose. The "follower strategy," as some in the scientific community might call it. Hope I didn't freak her out too much.

Anyway, then I went home, watched some Bob Clampett cartoons, which were fantastic...

Oh, and I found out at sectionals this morning that I wouldn't even get to play my rather small bass drum part in the Mahler symphony. Nope, now I get, joy of joys, TAM TAM.

BLOODY STUPID EEJIT GAY RETARDED TAM TAM WITH ABOUT TEN BEATS IN THE WHOLE BLOODY PIECE.