Friday, October 22, 2004

THERE'S A FINE, FINE LINE.

Solo musical, anyone? (I've been trying to convince Backel not to have anyone else sing it, never once revealing that I, myself, earnestly seek to do it for Districts.)
This has been the most exhausting week since Alexander the Great liked women.
I have no stamina, yet I keep typing.
I don't feel the need to rehash my New York trip for the world to read, seeing as I'm the only one who reads this, and, well, I was there.
Too bad. It would have made a nice story.
Oh, well.

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