i was feeling all gross at rehearsal, but then i ate a piece of cake and felt better. maggie bitched at me, so i threw cookie crumbs on the floor so she'd have to clean them up when she goes to tidy at the end of rehearsal.... *hangs head* oh well. then maggie was like.... hitting on me and breeze. and we were frightened.


rehearsal didn't make me want to die as much as i thought it would. there were still suicidal thoughts, don't get me wrong... but it's getting better. though.... the show itself.... like, the script.... sucks. i mean.... the first act is like.... four hours. and the second is like.... twenty minutes. well... maybe more like... hour and half, and 45 minutes.... but.... bah.


i'll stop bitching, i'm sorry.


i just got chicken soup in my ear. *sigh* it's tough being me.


worked today.... did i say that in the last post? well, i worked, and mike stopped in and gave me $ for him and the kismet's tickets to "H two dollarsign" as they call it.


and what's this i hear about rob being here between march 10 and 20th? hmmmm. the kismet needs to call me when she gets home from the stu love in boulder. rob to the power of three also needs to call me. because i miss him terribly. *sniffle*


i was gonna go to gabe's (as in.... gabe's house, not gabe's.... the nasty bar downtown...) but.... i decided to stay home and do homework and get soup in my ear instead. it was a good choice. i'm going to bed now, because i went to bed at like.... 4am last night.... and got up at 9.... and had a highly busy day. and i have class tomorrow.... but i cannot for the life of me remember what classes..... aside from philosophy.


hm. any other news? *thinks* my foot's asleep. derek leaves for las vegas tomorrow at four o clock in the am. i just watched the friends where they go to las vegas and ross and rachel get married. wouldn't it be cool if derek got married in las vegas? he's really the type to get married when drunk. and forget about it until a day or two later. *thinks some more* i bought some new graph paper today. i work 1-5 tomorrow (what's with these four hour shifts?) .... so.... class 10:30-12:20 .... work 1-5 .... rehearsal 6:30-forever..... no.... prolly 11:30. then.... maybe to s13 to see the male dancers? maybe home. to nap (since barby was like "don't go party! ever again!" only.... maybe a little nicer and saner. though.... she is a touch high strung lately....) maybe i'll come home and sleep... not nap. since little naps are all i do anymore. oh well, i dig it.


gooodnight kids!