I seriuosly can NOT focus enough to write a scene for my class. I feel brain dead. This should not be so hard.

Sorry, Dana, I know that's not particularly entertaining, but my problem this morning seems to be that I cannot come up with anything entertaining to save my life.

ita, you have Michael Ealy pics, yes?

ita, you have Michael Ealy pics, yes?

Yes'm.

Mmmm....yummy.

You're at Urinetown!
Your ticket should say Urinetown!
No refunds, this is Urinetown!
We'll keep that dough!

People hear lots of things about Urinetown, of course, and that's just the way we like it. For example, a little boy once asked me, "Is Urinetown actually a nice place to live? Gingerbread houses along golden, frothy canals? Like Venice, only different?" I didn't say yes. I didn't say no, either.

I'm busy working on a provocateuse master page that lists every person on my sites, and which sections have pictures for them.

Ooh, that'll be MAD entertaining.

I am feeling stupidly accomplished, considering how much I've actually gotten done today. But I'll take what I can get.

It sucks to be me! It sucks to be me! It sucks to be young and unemployed and turning thirty-tree! It sucks to be me.

"You know what you are?"
"A river?!?"

In other words...
Just from stalling and stalling and stalling that wedding trip,
A person
Could develop la grippe!

Aimee! I'm so sorry. I thought I had Ealy, but I checked the list, and I don't.

I'll address that forthwith. Now I need lunch, and perhaps cleaning supplies. And to brace myself for project-ending meeting.