Now if only I could find something part-time days to facilitate leaving the theatre entirely, since I doubt they’d let me drop down to part-time. They seem to frown upon such things.
The apartment smells like Febreeze. Have hated the smell of Febreeze for a couple of years now. Used it too much a few years ago, and it just kinda makes me feel icky now.
I ate the head off my white chocolate easter bunny before I went to work at the Cafe. Now I’m home from the cafe and eating the bunny’s body.
Found an old tape from high school – one of the variety shows my parents taped that I performed at. We currently have Jordy’s video camera. I’m considering watching it to find out what I performed.