Why do you build me up (build me up) buttercup, baby
Just to let me down and mess me around
And then worst of all you never call, baby
When you say you will but i need you still
I need you more than anything, darlin’
You know that I have from the start
So build me up (build me up) buttercup, don’t break my heart
Aah, good old-fashioned “dance around room like idiot” music.
Nothing to say. Back later.
(it is slightly later) My head hurts. I fell into my chair 
Again, will be back later.
It is much more than slightly later.
TYCW REHEARSAL… Pure hilarity. I love my CWs.
UNCLE NICK CAME TO VISIT. He’s my favourite…
U.N.: “TDSB Youth Concert Band… If it’s TDSB, that implies youth. It’s not like there’s gonna be a TDSB Old People Band…”
K: “TDSB OCTOGENARIAN CONCERT BAND!”
U.N.: “A bunch of eighty-yar olds playing instruments and…soiling themselves… That’s what they do, you know.”
And I played bassoon in rehearsal…
“*plays bunch of notes, realizes it’s a solo, stops* Umm… ’bout that.”
Yesh. I guess I’m playing bassoon permanently. Weirdness. Strange lovesick moose honking noises. I heart my bassoon, but can’t swab it properly.
“Why are you putting a pimp chain in your instrument?” ~T.M.
After rehearsal… Loblaws, sushi, bottled milk with Jimmish and Danish. Yeah… We’re now Kimmish, Jimmish, and Danish… Because Dana wouldn’t let us call her Danish otherwise.
And now I am home. And now I am tired. And now I do work. Ciao, bellas!