24/01/2003 - 3:58 p.m.

Don't think all day.

After fifteen lovely hours of sleep, nothing nothing nothing can go wrong. I am in a fantastic mood, and have subsequently repealed the acts of war against my roomate. I have done next to nothing this entire week and have had a pretty good time doing that. I have decided that I am a playwright and I'm liking that again; considering starting some scripts. To top all that off, tonight is No Shame. Oh yes, everything is fantabulous.

For No Shame I'm either reading Walt's Outhouse or Mouse Skin Rug, which I never bothered to put up here. Those two, aside from the last one, have probably been the best. I'm thinking I'll take them both and decide when I get there. At any rate, I do think I'll put up Mouse Skin here later.

Tomorrow is the last day of ACTF, and I have nothing to do in the way of volunteering, so I think I'll be off to watch the Ten Minute Play Marathon. And then, life returns to normal. I'm not sure how much I'm looking foreward to that.

I got another of those silly "someone likes you" e-mails. I hate that stuff. It is firstly an indicator of my oblivion, and an indicator of the cowardice of whoever sent it. Unless of course they all did just like me and put my name for lack of anybody else to pick. Weird