after an excruciatingly long band rehearsal, i kind of want to cry. bindel wrote the most ridiculous charts for "go daddy-o", proven by the fact that the section leaders got sixteen or so charts, while everyone else got like twelve. and for what purpose...oh, right, there is none. and now i get to look forward to four periods of orchestra with the wonderful eighth graders. nothing hurts my soul more than middle-school string players...hopefully they'll be better than last year. and hopefully our tuxedos will be in tomorrow, because if they aren't, we'll look pretty stupid on stage tomorrow night. oh man, and i have psac tomorrow fifth period. no school until photography...way sweet. so my entire day tomorrow consists of chamber, orchestra, vive, photography, and chemistry. that's pretty nifty. oh well, here's the spam fact of the day...the spma packaging plant in austin minnesota packages four hundred and thirty-five cans of spam/minute. that's twenty-six thousand, one hundred cans of spam per hour. that must be a sight to see. oh boy