Ah, there we go. I hate how difficult it is to write about something that the person who is going to be grading it is personally involved with. I'm writing this review of The Importance of Being Earnest which was recently put on here, and my play analysis professor happens to be the director. I know he's not looking for a five page kiss on his ass, but I have some built in thing where I have to hedge my bets. You know what I mean, where you can't say something negative without padding it with, "it seems" or "a little bit" so that if they are really upset about something later you have the opportunity to apologize and make them feel better by simply pointing out how unsure you were of how bad it was. This guy has done a lot of work in the theater, so I know that he is used to bad reviews, but man, are we all ever creatures of habit. Oh well. At least my paper is done, and look, its only seven in the morning. Fantastic. At least I can go grab some breakfast in a few minutes. Nothing like cafeteria eggs. I don't know about you, but I think scrambled eggs taste much better when they are mass-produced and covered in salsa. No one seems to get that. Maybe it's because I'm from El Paso, where we find it necessary to put salsa on everything, even in cereal. But it's good, so if there is one thing anyone may ever learn from me it's that you should try to put salsa on things. Besides, Mexico and the U.S. are quickly blending together, so you might want to get yourself ready for some spicy food. I swear, I move just 600 miles to the east and everyone calls ketchup with tomatoes cut up into it spicy. Jesus, it's like I'm in Germany or something. Don't get me wrong, I love German food, hell I am German, how could I not love it? But all they really eat is meat and potatoes. Of course, they have come up with many delicious ways to prepare meat and potatoes, but that is all that they really eat, that and beer. mmmmm. German beer.