Contractions are for pregnant people.

So, having just tried to play a C-major scale on my flute after blowing a bucket full of snot out of myself, I now have the hiccups. Stupid diaphragm! This is uncalled for.

I don't even know what I did, since I've never gotten the bunny burps from playing the clarinet before, and I'm pretty sure my breathing wasn't all that different than what I always do.

Adventures in aural recognition

I think I've discovered something about the flute. When I play it, I expect my nice, full clarinet tone to come out. Unfortunately, not being a clarinet, that's not going to happen. So, flute noise comes out of a flute, brain! Clarinet noise out of a clarinet! Get it straight.

Also, I really need to stop buying pants a size too big in the waist. My hips fit in there, but I probably shouldn't be able to pull them down without undoing the fly. If only pants that are supposed to hit the natural waist didn't hit me an inch above that, which is my rib cage and not my waist. That makes me look sort of short and squashed, instead of just short.