I feel so sick. I hate spring. I hate the allergies and insomnia that it brings. I'm going to go to Walgreens later today and investigate getting Tavist and/or Nyquil so I can start sleeping.

The beginning of the end: 2.5 weeks left of school. I can make it.

Yesterday I had my last orchestra concert of the year. It...could have been better. Much better. The winds and piano had their heads up their asses for most of the Shostakovich. There were so many wrong or missed entrances. And these were mistakes that had never been made in rehearsal. They just weren't thinking. It was really embarrassing. It was my conductor's last concert ever--he's retiring at the end of this year. I hope he's not too mega-disappointed.