like a phenomenal rehearsal this morning, full of cowboy boots sliding across the floor to the sound of david yang saying 'da DAAA da da' and us just wide-eyed. working in detail at last. and now, i've found some data, finally. and it's late, of course, and i missed jamie's a cappella, of course, and stat is not my thing, ever. my arms hurt from carrying 100 pounds worth of cello and case from one end of campus to the other, and back. just one thing could change.