The wisdom of broadway..
I look back on this date last year and realize with some amusement that there was a giant argument and no one talked to each other all day. All over decade outfits, how trivial that seems. Maybe St. Patrick's Day will turn things around like it did last year. Plus it's the Ides of March nothing good ever happens on the Ides of March. Dictators die, people are forced to confront ugly truths. It fits. And I'm thinking I'll regret tonight's activities tomorrow but it sure feels good now. I thank a severe headache and other various ouchies for softening this a bit. Hm, I'm hungry. I have brownies, those sound good. I hate emotions. I'm angry but I feel bad about being angry and I'm sad but I feel stupid for being sad. I shouldn't be angry because there is nothing to be angry about, I shouldn't feel sad because there is nothing to be sad about. The song "For Now" from Avenue Q comes to mind. Why is that musical always right? But for now....everything is fine for now. Now is whats here right? Well right now isn't very cool, but the near future will be better. LOST is on tomorrow. Except that's gonna suck like every other episode this season. Um, Wednesday is St. Patrick's Day and that's my favorite holiday. Thursday ok there is nothing good about thrusday. I have a math project due that I am going to fail miserably. Friday is..well, Friday, TGIF. I am both highly looking forward to and deeply dreading Saturday. Simply because I know I'm going to cry. I hate crying. Hence why I'm not crying now. I've discovered why I hate it so much. Crying hurts and yet does nothing to relieve the pain of whatever is making you cry. And I don't feel better afterward I feel worse. I'm glad I haven't turned into to much of a pansy. But I can't tuck back inside myself, I already know that doesn't work. For now....for now. Think about now.