//mood//yay
//physical//un-yay

//craptacularity.continued
i feel even more crappy than before...on top of a headache, my number three pet peeve has arisen: the stuffy nose. man, those things piss me off like no other. seriously. i wish i was somewhat invincible...but still able to die (it sounds morbid, but it's not)...i just wish i was immune to all sickness.

f*ck sickness

let this misery end. ugh.

and make me tall.

//lazy[a]
so, last night was the company meeting for the play that i'm supposed to be "crewing." well...the play is at grand central...and the venue is quite small...and well, we have an ample crew for the show. since i crewed there before, i recieved the kick-back task (every job is kick-back at gc...but this one evenmoreso) of working the box office. it's so easy, it's so nice...and the girl i work with is really nice and cute (albeit, she has a boyfriend...but, she's nice and cute nonetheless)...but yeah, since the orientation is quite plain and clearcut...morgan and i got dismissed very early, and excused from the tech-runs tonight and tomorrow night. we don't have to wear blacks...and it's an excuse to dress nicely. rock on. seriously. it'll be the easiest a credit...ever. werd.

//tall
if anything...i wish that i was taller. that's all. like...at least six inches taller...that'd be nice. there's a reason behind this wish...well...reasons.