It seems, in my armature opinion, that I have obtained some form of "The Death." This occurrence, after reviewing the repercussions of the illness, saddens me.

I feel like a quote out of context, withholding the rest, so I can be for you what you want to see. I got the gesture and sounds, got the timing down; it's uncanny. Yeah, you'd think it was me. Do you think I should take a class to lose my southern accent?

Drama drama: Lowering my expectations of humanity.

Also

Everyone should go see the Vagina Monologues. Tomorrow at 7 in the GUC PC.

It's really not snowing.

I make the best turkey chili.

MirrorMask: weird but well worth watching.

Show, strike, shower, party, scotch, sleep, soon food, and then I'll start returning all the calls I've missed the past two weeks...

The set is complete. And with two hours to spare. I'm cool.

I'm a bad student...

Foiled again.

Woe is me? But I had it coming, it's what I get for unthinkingly trotting too far out on a branch.

But enough of this cryptic ramble, I've another play to read...

I like wine. And Pascal. And Bjork. And eggs. Over medium with mustard.

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