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There's a man right outside washing the window.

I feel like I should act like I'm being productive. Hence this entry. ...Hey, he doesn't know what I'm typing. Nor does he probably care, but. Still.

::type type type::

Next week if people walk into the room when I'm trying to watch The West Wing and Lost and start talking to Leisl rather loudly, I can't be held responsible for my actions.

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To quote Armageddon:

"God it sucks up here."

I can't wait for this election to be over, even if the shit won't go away.

I have to add: two and a half hours of sleep is no way to go through the day. I might fall asleep while watching the Trojan Women run through tonight, and if anyone interrupts me when I'm trying to watch The West Wing this afternoon I CANNOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR MY ACTIONS. ::panicks::

::speaking of panicks, keeps Stokes away from create a journal page:: You don't need a journal and I don't need a twelfth Leviosan. Especially someone who gets hit by girls.

ETA:
The other girl in the FA office at this time, Erica asks me:
"Are you going to the Follies [Homecoming Talentless show, if you care to think about it like that] tonight?"
Me: "No."
Her: "WHY NOT?!?!?!?!"
Me: "Trojan Women rehearsal."
Her: "That sucks."
Me: ::thinks, "Not really."::

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I wasn't cast in Don Juan. The funny thing is that I don't even fucking care after today. It was too fucking long, I can't do anything right, I'm too easily amused, and this was the highlight of my day, courtesy of the illutrious duchessdollydot, also known as Trish, also known as the better half of Triz.

...

It hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time.