//w.here//middle_of_life
//emo.tional_st.ate//happy.face
//song.in.head//ignition : r. kelly
//why//because it gets me in the mood to sleep with underage girls

//start:friday.night
so...i'm not doing much, until i go to thomas' house.

before doing so, i get this bright idea and fill my flask with jamaican rum...and it was full by the time i left home.

i take a few swigs at thomas' house, then we go to the movies to see x-men 2.

i take a few more swigs at the theatre.

by the time the movie starts, the whole first 5 minutes looks pretty damn trippy.

by the time i get out, i'm only half-way done with the flask...so, i see sean, chris, thomas, and lisa there, and we're chilling...and i'm drinking.

i see jessica and the drama kids, and i give jessica a drink...and i drink some more.

next thing i know, the flask is pretty much empty, and my buddies are saying i'm not allowed to drive and that i'm wasted.

the fact is, i wasn't that bad. i can hold my freakin' liquor...but, that was an interesting night, and it was fun, i forgot about all the shit that was on my mind.

//the.following.day
i woke up because i had to, and went to work.

that was all just a blur to me, because i may have been semi-hungover...but, i was still pretty cheery...but, fucking tired.

i go back home and have myself a little lunch...

it's around 4:30-5-ish that i lay down for a little nap.

i don't wake up until 7. the next morning.

so...we'll just say that i got a shitload of sleep.

it was good sleep though...good sleep.

//first.dress.rehearsal
yeah, yesterday was more sewing, more costumes, more inane humor and random shit coming out of my mouth and mind.

you think you'd be energized after more than a half-day's sleep...but, it was quite the contrary...

but, whatever.

it was fun, and the crew is cool.

decision for the moment: should i go to drama prom?

eat fresh mothafucka.
--me to stephen kline, imitating our subway sandwich makers yesterday. they were so gangsta and thug-hard-core.