Thirteen days left.

I'm just typing with my left hand. I'm very tender, tired, and weak. I have a bruise on my right knee and probably a bigger one on the way.

I can't march with a snare... plain and simple. And it frustrates so much that I want to cry. I hate myself for not being to. Enough ranting. That's what lj is for. So I had to fall out twice marching. Yeah. I'm too tired to think. I'm just waiting for the word that I'm on bass. The idea pisses me off.

I need sleep.