So starring tomorrow I sell my soul once again to percussion camp. Time to do more than I can handle, be neglected by the whole section, yell at people, and sleep next to my trashcan with my ant friends. Yeah, my best friend for band is a trashcan. This was before I called myself trash so it must be a sign. Anyways, this all means things are going to take longer to make because I'll be gone most the day.