Okay, my between losing sleep for school, picking up other people's germs and depositing them into my own mucous membranes, and going up College Drive 4x this week, I am toast.  I am glad, though, to be a part of this Commuter Challenge, and I am looking forward to free beer at Cville Bike and Tri tomorrow.

It's pretty fun knowing that there are a few others out there who are counting every mile.  I wish  had further to go, but then I'd be on the country roads which totally sketch me out.  So if I have to take 5th or 6th place to some lucky riders who happen to have a 10mi commute each way, that's cool.  Nobody is counting joyrides, right?  Not that I have time for them here lately.

I am going to record my newest acoustic punk song on Garageband, "Build Your Own 6 Pak" and send it off to the First Amendment Writes song and poetry writing contest.  I got no response for last year's pro-people, govamint smashing  "One Fist Up", but my alcoholic sad-song ought to do it.  Maybe.

I am hoping to find some time in the next month to demo all the songs I have and try to record at a studio out in Wintergreen called Monkeyclaus.  If this actually happens I'll be stoked.  

Well, that's all for now.

Butch