I might be the only person on this messed up planet who happens to like his Mondays. Call me crazy, but they aren't that bad when you think about it, you're still fresh from the preceeding weekend. But seeing as its a Tuesday, all hell is determined to break loose, Tuesdays, those magical days set aside for such wonderous experiances like the last donut being taken from me at break, the one thing, the one thing, the one thing, that I look forward to. Gone. Tuesdays, are like French weapons, they jam up real easily. Tuesdays are days that were designed to add misery to an otherwise happy week. Tuesdays are days that make me feel as if I am flat on my back and hordes of evil midget-monkeys are stampeding over me in high heel shoes. I'm writing this part in study hall, it is only second period, and I'm already bored to tears. I'm thinking of jumping out the window . . . good thing I'm on the first floor, huh?
Ah, well . . .
Everyone; A toast: To Tommorrow! Until then, I shall do the only thing I can possibly think of that might help me today . . . sleep! Ah yes, I can't wait, the sleep of the innocent, well . . . sleep anyways. To next Monday. May it snow ten feet and school be cancelled.
In other news, a man grew a plant in his belly button. It's an interesting article, not to mention slightly nauseating and disturbing. Story here..
Odd Couple going well. I'm having fun in rehearsels and were starting to pull together. November Fifth, day of the production, seems very close right now though. I hope I survive this one.
Shut the door behind you!
J Kuhl, Signing Off.
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