Don omar!

Laura, I just saw your rabbit yawn. I swear, before this moment in time I've never seen it ever ever ever. Probably a normal occurrence for you, but whatever.

Yesterday I got called up on a last minute thing to go help seniors learn marimba. It lasted something like four hours. Mind you, I am very thankful that she did call, mostly because my last practice was the first time I've played marimba within the last 7 months or something. I swear though, it was really adorable sitting there beside this one lady who could not get this one song, and then she just ended up talking about getting into the rhythm of it all was her problem, and that she was going to go to coombs to buy a miniature xylophone to help her at home. People are really into it.

Shakespeare was lying drunk in a ditch...

My stomach is caving with anxiety. I am craving toast with honey. I told a friend that I couldn't go biking because my parents were coming down. I still haven't heard from them. I feel like a sneaky liar. I badly need obligations.

This is Picasso with a trumpet. I wish I could make it bigger.