My wardrobe gig started. I performed the last 24 hours for my roommate in the kitchen tonight. It was a one man act of perfection. Unfortunately, I'm now to tired to live it here. I'm sleepy and focusing on finals. I'm choosing my moments as if I'm playing Chess.
During stressful times, all I want to hear is vocalists. Powerful singers keep me going.
I am going to reacquaint myself with Oz. IF you'll excuse me...
Oh, one last thing. Last night a girl called me brave when I showed her my Halloween photos. She's southern so that's probably the polite version of stupid. I was a little touched and I stopped and replied, "Thank you, no one ever called it that before."
I need to stop reading so much Eugene O'Neill.
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