I woke up at nine; 9 hours of sleep, the body automatically gets me up after that. Then spent the entire morning and early afternoon cleaning the backyard with the folks. Spring cleaning. That means pruning and chopping and otherwise attacking the yard and cutting it back down to the bare. The jungle is now...a backyard. Funny, it's a small yard, but it is a hell of a lot of work. I pulled all the grapefruit off the tree (bombs away!) and a bunch of other things. It felt good though; working. It did. Last night at 11:30 had this amazing urge to play my flute. But, since the insolation in this house sucks and no matter how soft i played my mom could still here me, I didnt play for very long. Today, however, I got out my nifty notebook and am composing a song. Hah, isn't that funny? I think I am going to call it Miasma; that's a name for many things, have you noticed? It's a creepy song and if I'm lucky, I might convince Mrs. French to let me play it at our next concert. Speaking of which, I found out yesterday that this years' band trip is not a band trip at all but an orchestra trip because so many band kids are being stupid-heads. I am the ONLY flute going. Kinda nervous. So, I gots a lot of music to learn in two weeks. : / Won the game yesterday. I didn't play. Well, I batted once because one of our players got removed from the game for stepping out of the dugout during play. Anyway, I'll be gone all next week (missing 4 games) so I'm pretty positive that's why he didn't play me. Oh well. I had a splitting head ache anyway. I ended up not even going to the basketball game and concert with Amy. She was disappointed. I was...relieved. Well, except for the migraine dealie. Off to play more. : D Carrie