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So here I am at the end of a two-week, 11 hours-a-day Health 100 class. This weekend is going to be so nice knowing I won't have to wake up at 4 o clock in the morning any more. It's nice spending time with Crystal. I missed her.
I wonder if this is just my eccentricity or a wide-spread thing, but I turned into a major hypochondriac during this health class. I'm convinced I'm dying, or at least well on my way.
I bitched and moaned about having to do Beauty and the Beast for four straight weekends, but now I already miss it. Fortunately for me, I started rehearsal for the Summer shows at Palomar (Bus Riley's Back in Town and two more) two days after wrapping B&B so I skipped my post-show depression cycle (or PSD.)
Last night, Xiao and I had one of our epic jam sessions that led to the revitilization of a couple of older songs. That was pretty sweet. I'm going to start practicing guitar a lot more.
28 Weeks Later was a fuckin' rockin' flick.
If I was a good writer I would have come up with a way to connect all of those ideas. Shucks.
End.
I wonder if this is just my eccentricity or a wide-spread thing, but I turned into a major hypochondriac during this health class. I'm convinced I'm dying, or at least well on my way.
I bitched and moaned about having to do Beauty and the Beast for four straight weekends, but now I already miss it. Fortunately for me, I started rehearsal for the Summer shows at Palomar (Bus Riley's Back in Town and two more) two days after wrapping B&B so I skipped my post-show depression cycle (or PSD.)
Last night, Xiao and I had one of our epic jam sessions that led to the revitilization of a couple of older songs. That was pretty sweet. I'm going to start practicing guitar a lot more.
28 Weeks Later was a fuckin' rockin' flick.
If I was a good writer I would have come up with a way to connect all of those ideas. Shucks.
End.