  Alright, well. We had band practice today after being off for a week. Only a third of the people showed up, and we had no drum major. We had to do it over and over... I do want to know why certain people weren't there. Jami, where were you, hmmmm? Were you puking or spending time with Holt? If you were smart, you'd be sleeping. That's what I would have done. It was way too cold in my house this morning, and I was tired. So I watched Shattered Glass last night. Jami lent it to me a long time ago, and I finally watched it. For those who have not seen it, it's the true story about Stephen Glass, a writer for The New Republic. He lies about a lot of his sources and details in order to get ahead in the business. I'm amazed that his articles were even published, since they have to check and recheck all the time, but they were nonetheless.
It's a good movie. The only other thing I've done today is listen to Suzanne try to call Josh. That was half-way entertaining for about a minute. She kept putting it off like a chicken, sigh, *shakes head. I'm out "And nothing fuels a good flirtation like need and anger and desperation. " The Moth by Aimee Mann 
