reading: road to welville... AND if the river was whiskey. both TC boyle.

on winamp: stuart davis, only changing drugs.

wearing: black yoga pants (i changed for the workshop) the blue tank top, flip flops... well, only one, the other fell off.

thoughts: i had a hell of a time getting aol to work here at home. seriously, took forever. it was skanky. the mask workshop today was awesome. the guy that ran it was incredible. and i had a ton of fun. right after i finished typing my last entry, i was like "hrm, where's abi?" and she was right behind me. i felt silly. i haven't read any of my book today. i kind of want to read a little before i get distracted by something. OH! five or so of the people who participated in the mask workshop get to perform at a carnival thing on saturday... *hopes she gets to go to the carnival thingie* it'd be fun. i'm kinda sad that paulina, and patrick... and like, tons of the best people at the workshop, can't come. tim (who is like... the WORST actor ever... and the most annoying person in the world...think... incredibly scraggly greasey hair... wears sweatpants and a trenchcoat everywhere, smells bad, and is clingy) anyhow, i think he might get to go. yech. during the odyssey (last year's spring play) he hit me during a combat scene on opening night and sliced my ankle open... it sucked. yeah, so i'm gonna go and get a pepsi... or take a walk, or read... or... do something that doesn't involve the computer. i've spent too much time working on it today. even though most of that time was attempting to get it to work.... at least it's running now *dances*

*megan*