Way Out Basie can go to hell and die. In that order.

My worksheet can follow it.

School is hurting me. Physically. Seriously. I just busted up my chops playing that song for a taped test, and I still have one more song to go.

My worksheet is just stupid. I refer you to this rule.

Yeah, I’m complaining, and this probably has no direct meaning to you. So what? There have been so many times I’ve wanted to complain lately, but I didn’t write it up. You’ll just have to put up with this rare occurance.