Am having a little break in the middle of training: i come home and my parents are arguing. how nice. because i got into the combo band (provisionally) so i get wed nites out and fri nites out (to go back for sat morn training). now that's life. sleeping in your own bed, there's nothing like it.

it's nice to be home again.

seriously the band was really good, esp the guitarist and bassist. man, so fast, zai, and cool some more. oh well. if i weren't so tired i'll talk more, about the people in the camp, etc. but now it'll just have to be, adieu.

'moon river, wider than a mile...'