I should be in bed now, considering that I have to be up at 7:30 tomorrow to go to the dig.

Today I learned that going for a month without practicing your instrument is a bad idea. I finally dragged my trumpet up to Alumni Hall (the archaeology lab is the best place I've found for practicing, since the actual practice rooms aren't open in the evenings. I hadn't lost range, or volume, or tone so much as I lost endurance. After 40 minutes, I could barely squeak out "When the Saints Go Marching In" in C major. I need to practice much more regularly, considering band camp is less than a month away. Don't want to embarrass myself in front of the new folks, who are all probably much better than I am anyhow (although it's not hard to be better than me -- you'd think I'd have some kind of skill after 12 years playing this thing...)

And Amanda .wav-ified the .ram of q'ili q'anra. So as soon as I get some free time, I shall begin constructing the Dirty/Clean song.