Random Thoughts

Anything I write today will be complaining. I want to curl up and hope it all goes away but I know that just makes it worse.

I had stirfry with pinapple, zucchine, peppers, onions, celery, rice, brown sugar, and soya sauce in it. I just kept throwing things in. It's good and there's enough that I might actually eat in the next few days.

my mouth runs away with me when I'm tired and wet and cold.

A trumpet player in the band lost his father on monday night, and therefor did not come on the trip. They passed a card around. What do you write when you don't really know a person, but think they're a good person in general and feel bad for their loss? Something nice, something inspiring....I imagined reading the card if it was me, having someone I barely knew try to take a part in my grief, reading corny lines about strength and hope from a near stranger. I'm almost certain I'd be angry - not at the person in particular, but just...angry. I felt bad. I signed with only my name. I know he'll be alright eventually. I hated that jon (conductor of doom) dedicated one of the songs we played to his father. Maybe it was the right thing to do? It just felt like such an intrusion, even though he wasn't there. I'm probably being too sensitive. I also don't like jon. Maybe it's one of the few good decisions he's made. I have no idea. I'm miserable and tired. Bed feels like a plan, even though I really should do more reading after this.