one week until PIRATES!

Fucking vibes broke again. The hook was all nice and working, I'd finally managed to connect the pedal by myself, and all of a sudden in the middle of my solo on Autumn Leaves the hook fell out. The hole is stripped and, basically, the vibraphone is fucked. The only thing that's going to save it now is Super-Glue. And we haven't played Batman since Tuesday, and on top of that now we've lost Britni, who was the only reason the saxophone section didn't suck. Admittedly Little!Buzby was sightreading the first alto parts today, so I'll give him a free pass for that, but if he still sucks on Monday I'm pretty sure we're doomed for the rest of the semester.

Nngh. Promised this story to my coalition of first readers by October 1st. Definitely not going to finish in time. Especially if I keep posting livejournal entries instead of working on it. Fuck.

Incidentally, what is it with Spanish literature? Why is it that every story and novel and poem we read is utterly dismal? Why do all the characters always die or lose the war or get eaten by reincarnated Mayan rain gods (we really read that story! it was creepy!) or whatever? Why aren't there any happy stories?

Overall things are all right in my world, though I wish I could do more to help Megan out. Christina isn't pregnant after all. Class ranks came out and most of my friends' were all right. I succeeded in losing almost enough butt to fit into my pants again. Things seem all right just now.