wasted days

The day goes on for miles, but only seems too short. I didn’t get home until a very surreal 4:30 in the morning last night, only to find sleeping amazingly difficult. Got to see Big Dog Eat Child, though (brilliant pseudo-improv), which was fun, and hang out with Alison and Eli in the wee hours of morning. Sitting on the toilet, feeling a little less than alive, listening to the birds starting to sing just before the sun comes up, wondering how long it’ll last. When your life feels like a fucking haiku, what are you supposed to do?

background noise: “Deep Spring” Common Rider

I got hit by a flying five dollar bill on the corner of Green and Wright on Tuesday. Auspicious beginnings indeed. I think my computer has a virus. Which I’d normally fix immediately, but this week I’ve settled for just leaving the computer off most of the time. I’m exhausted, but in 12 hours the play opens. Somehow homework and 5 hours of play practice just don’t fit into the schedule of a school that already has a day hours longer than most others. And with fitness class thrown in the mix, just to see if we can get ground down a little bit harder.

Note to self:
milkshake + pancakes + chocolate + apple = puke

We had the Thespian induction yesterday. It was rather exciting. Then out for a good sit in the car, bowling, and a movie with Alison. Today somehow things went wrong, and I’ve got little to do. It was anxiety-causing for about an hour, then I realized if I did my homework and was a little creative, I actually did have enough to do. I think we should capitalize more things, like in German. Also, semicolons. English needs more Semicolons. I want to just throw them in there; Why not, we’ve got nothing to lose.