Strugglin
It's 12:41 AM. Dick in the Glass got his eye on the clock and is supposed to make sure I go to bed before 1. So I'll keep this short.
I've been going to rehearsal for the ever famous PCN for the last two nights. I get to work at say 8:45. I go home at 10:30. Life is fun like that. Some people ask me if I have to be there. I honestly don't, but I want to be, and screw everyone who thinks I'm crazy. I love what I do, even if you think I'm insane. I won't get into it, the clock's tickin'.
But let me do say this: I need a date for Saturday. One ticket. Sits next to me. Gets to watch as I play professor/mentor/coach/person who has to clean up the stage after the show. Beer and fun to follow. Will give ticket to the person who can answer this question: I want a 20 word essay telling me why you want to go. The show's on Saturday at 5:30. Get to work.
Voodoo
Wednesday, April 10, 2002
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