No wait, I can't. Okay, new plan. Just sit here. Yeah. Hmm hmmmm hmm, dum dee dum, doo dee doo. Oh. The band was impressed with the new sequences I had programmed. Yay band. The 303 is now at Kris' house, where he is using it to make hip-hop beats. He's pretty good at it, most likely because of all the Rap he listens to. When I was at his house, he was plugged into the 303 pushing buttons and oblivious to the outside world. Le'a turned to me and said "Are you leaving it here?" She was shaking her head, no no no. "Sorry, it's Kris' turn," I said. Not that I want to mess with her love life, but this is the BAND we're talking about. Got to have priorities.

So I'm trying to go to sleep. What am I doing? Chugging Mountain Dew. That reminds me: At band practice I was getting a seriously dry throat from all the 'singing', and I forgot to buy something to drink. I did have malt balls though. SO I ate those. Malt balls dry your throat out even more. I started gagging, in my quiet way. "Cack." "Achhk, kuh kuh kuh." "I can't breathe," were pretty much the only words I managed to rasp. It was fun in a dumb-thing-to-do way, so I kept eating malt balls.

That was certainly a 7 am story. I'll try real real hard to sleep now.

Oh... but you can be amused by This.