Woot, the show is almost over, which means no more sitting around in the theater building until midnight! It means sitting around here until four in the morning! Much better! Anyway, it's been fun, I learned some stuff, smoked way too much, had a couple of fun nights partying, and now I guess it's about time to start packing up and getting ready to head home for the last time. It's been a fun ride, but I've got to go put makeup on myself.

Ah yes, nothing like the glory of vinyl. Lots of it. I have decided to once again undertake the project of turning my collection of records into mp3's, since I now have a nifty place to put them all, my pocket. Woot. One can only hope more people will be drawn to the cause. In other news, the year is almost over, which means that it's time I get some stuff done that should have been done a long long time ago. But that can always wait, I'll hopefully do it sometime during the show. Woot.

Man, I'm bored. And the solution to this? Women. So yeah, women, show up. It'll be great.

You know what? Fuck people that ruin your day. Fuck people that distract you from doing work. Fuck people that throw everything off just so they can get their stupid kicks, or whatever dumbass reason they have for doing the things they do. You know, I consider myself a pretty nice guy, I put the effort forward, I don't like confrontation. I genuinely enjoy getting along with people. But for some reason this is some sort of indication to some people just to fuck around with you. I don't care what their damn excuse is, it's all just bullshit. People pretend to know who you are and sit there judging you. Well look in a fucking mirror.

So here I am, trying to memorize yet another piece of theatrical literature the day before I have to perform it. It usually goes well, but it's still a bitch to pull it all together at the last minute. On top of that, there is so much damn noise here. The guy next door has been practicing the exact same song on his tuba or french horn or whatever for about a year now, and he just seems to be getting worse. Everyday. In fact, I think I notice how he fucks up more then he does. So I try to go outside and enjoy a cigarette and watch the sky get dark, but all I can really do is listen to some dude on the fourth floor practice screaming his fucking lungs out into a microphone for his shitty band. Yeah, alright, music is great, but this stuff just sucks. Badly. Very badly. Now I am in no way musical, but I'm also not putting anyone else through having to listen to cats die inside of me. I guess I'm just bitter, and ready to move out of here and enjoy a nice quiet room somewhere else. That and I am looking around on the internet for anything to waste a bit of time before I have to go back to my script and work on memorizing some more. I'm not really sure why I do that, but it's an addiction, and you should respect it.