T3h Conc3rt 0f D00m.

...Went okay, I guess. Well, I think my choir did okay, or at least unobtrustively enough that we didn't get stopped during our solo song. Such are the unique terrors of being conducted by the composer. Who is a crazy man, but that's okay.

But now my throat hurts, I'm sore, I'm tired, and I have a blister on my heel. Stupid shoes.

I'm too tired, in fact, to be more detailed. Besides, there's another one tomorrow. Urgh.