7:50am, my alarm clock (and my watch alarm, since I've been ignoring the other one lately) went off, and I sort of rolled over to turn on my radio. I called my dad to make sure we were recording it, then got back in bed. It's a wonder I didn't fall asleep through the whole thing, I was so tired...I managed to stay awake uptil 8:30 when Clint put the recording on, and then listened to it, my eyes closed most of the time because I was just that tired (and I didn't even go to bed that late!). Oh, wait, I did fall asleep a couple of times...I missed the beginning of the third round: Gus' interview and song and my interview, but I lapsed back into consciousness in time for the Shugga's plug and Tidal. Out of the four, I played that one the worst...not that anyone but myself or Juliet, my vocal teacher, would know that.

Gotta get going on the CD now, I know...

I guess it was cool to hear myself on the radio...but it was almost like listening to a CD, you know? I guess the real concept of it, and that people I've never met were listening, just hasn't sunk in. Eh.