woostering

So, yesterday was my school's first football game.  I could care less, except now that I'm in symphonic band... I had to play.  Two hours in a black, polyester uniform.  But we didn't do any actual marching, so I suppose it wasn't horrible.  Just warm.  And during half time my clarinet decided it wouldn't play anymore (which could have been my fault but it's easier to blame the clarinet).  So I just pretended to play.  I don't think anyone noticed... 

It would have been nice if it rained, though.

Today I feel much better though. If only I had something good to do...