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I bought clove cigarettes yesterday on a whim and man do they rock. I used to think cloves were to sweet but now they just remind me of syt and Seth Nelson. I guess it's kind of bizare that clove cigarettes are one of my "childhood" memories but...there you have it.
Nine days till "Show Boat" goes up and I still need a ton of props, nerves times eleven. I'll get everything done but every night when I try to fall asleep all the things I still need run through my head and it takes like two hours before I can actually fall asleep. I go to rehearsal every night but mostly I just hit on my newest crush-of-convience, Pauls dreamy, or I'm bored and desparate, whatever.
Well this has been more pointless than usual. Laters.