I can't get this smell off. I have a chemical headache because the mixture for making photos from slides smells like one part ammonia, one part rotten eggs, and two parts piss. The ventilation system in our darkroom is set up so that you turn a dial and it "ventilates" for 60 minutes. Here's me tonight: "Hmm...45 minutes left. Is this thing working? Better turn it back all the way to 60...(passage of time)...Wow there's only 10 minutes left, maybe the ventilation loses effectiveness as it approaches it's cut off time...I'll just turn the dial all the way back, that should do it...Is this thing working? I don't think I can breathe."

Spring Break has come and gone since the last time I wrote here. The highlight of mine was visiting Wyatt in Starkville. The highlight of the highlight was bowling for 3 hours = 10 dollars. A close second highlight is when Tiffany threw one of those tiny Chiclet pieces of gum across The City Bagel Cafe and Matt caught it in his mouth while simultaneously making a Bagel Sandwich. The lowlight would be the show I played with The Convocation Of... We sounded like some unholy crap (acoustics wise ... we played fine actually). Then those skinny band boys came over and ate chilly at my house. There's nothing I dislike more than a really skinny boy. No offence but that's just not healthy. Fat guys rock my world. Oh, to round it off, the Midlight was my working most of spring break. It wasn't a party, but enough coffee gets me through that just fine. Coffee DOES NOT protect against skinny boys.

While I was working during spring break, my Dad informed me that Billy Perry's pawn shop next door was having a half off sale. I skidaddled over there, looking to get a really good deal on guitar strings. Well my wandering eye noticed an old Fender Super Reverb amp. Keeping in mind rumors I'd heard about the really good tone that comes put of old Fender amps, I went home and checked out how much they were going for on everyone's friend Ebay. I saw the numbers 1-2-0-0 and got my rear immediately back in that pawn shop. My new buddy went home with me for $175 dollars. He looks like this.

Well, the ole roomate's been out of town for over a week. She came back in tonight, but I was all wrapped up in fumming darkroom hell. I've yet to talk to her since I got home post-roomate-bedtime. Tomorrow, in case she hasn't noticed (it's so easy to miss), we can order pizza and discuss the raw sewage in our yard.