Mjarc

I woke up in a panic @ 10 this morning b/c I had just gotten my ass kicked in a swordfight by a tall, thin piece of wax with big arms and a gargantuan, Rollie Fingers-esque mustache. Tried to sit up as the phone rang, but I think I might have been mumbling "please, stop! I can't breathe!" as the arms surrounded me and squeezed.

Turns out, I just had to pee.

T-Minus 6 hours until absolute chaos. I guess there's going to be a three camera shoot on this bad boy, with editing down the road to boot. How fucking killer is that? I'll have to say that I'm looking forward to the show, but I'm really looking forward to the party at our place afterwards. I'm expecting to see some faces there, seeing as how its the FGC Cd Release party/the SLK farewell party/the end of the semester blowout bash/and the "Take Care, Nice Knowing You Sylvia and Bortman" Party. So many reasons to drink and carouse around the room like we're going out of style.

Off to drama class one last time. Off to practice one last time. Off with my pants when I want to go to bed. Wish us luck.