Only three more shows this week. Plus an extra day of work to proctor SATs.
I stayed on the eastside and had fancy thai food for dinner. Then I went and saw a former student play at Ground Zero with a couple other singer/songwriter youths. It was awesome. I’m not going to do a review, though. It would be weird.
I’m real tired. When Sunday morning rolls around, I’m going to be dead. I hope my date doesn’t want to go out for breakfast instead of lunch, because I’ll have a hard time being coherent before noon.
I am awesome at my job.
I used the telephone without knowing exactly what I would say.
I know I did some other things, but I’m just so tired. Why do I stay up so late?