It's great to get comments again!

Luckily, I had the option today of sleeping in, so I'm not sick anymore. The reason I had this option is because I had an orthodontist appointment this morning at ten - my last official orthodontist appointment, to be precise. I arrived fifteen minutes early, and they called me in twenty minutes late for my five-minute appointment. Contrary to what I would have thought, I still have to wear my retainer at night, two-to-three times a week. "...Ideally," he said, "if there was such an ideal, for the rest of your life." The page he handed me regarding this simply says to do it for as long as I'm willing to.

I went to the place where I usually catch the bus from the Fairmont medical building to downtown. After three non-downtown buses passed, I elected to ask a driver whether downtown buses even run along Broadway anymore. I was told to go to the other side of the street, as the #50 would turn down Willow street and take me to my destination. I had just missed it, so I waited fifteen minutes.

The bus stopped in front of some sort of housing complex near Granville island, and on hopped this fairly old lady who was obviously insanely cool. She greeted the bus driver very kindly, and just seemed very normal. A younger girl sat down next to her and they talked about the rainbow that was visible yesterday. Then this old man got on and sat next to me, and said, "Hello!" "Hello!" I echoed.

The bus went all over the place. This group of about six kids got on, who were on their way to some snowboarding destination. One of them was looking for his ticket, failing to locate it, when the older lady offered him change. She had a British accent, it turned out, and the boy she was offering the change to also had one, it sounded like. Everyone on the bus was clearly in an excellent mood.

I took it one stop too far, and so I tried to figure out which bus to take to get to school from where I was. I figured out wrong, and went quite far in the exact opposite direction I needed to. So what I did, I just walked over to Georgia street and caught my usual bus. The guy who got on ahead of me was carrying a sax case. He sat in front of me - or rather, I sat behind him. He pulled out the Charlie Parker Omnibook and some music paper, and seemed to be trying to figure something out in his head - he was tapping his hand the same way I do when I'm trying to write some unfamiliar rhythm down. The bar he started at was still empty when I got off. I felt like saying, "Good luck!" I arrived at school just in time for lunch. Then there was math, and then I came home.

When I was sick yesterday, I wrote a blues in E major. I'll teach it to Fab soon so we can play it at the next Coffee House. My first jazz piece! I'm excited to play it.