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Matt: hey
Me: hi
Matt: how's it goin?
Matt: I called you last night
Me: yeah, I got your message
Matt: ok
Matt: gtg
Matt: later
Me: ok...bye
I don't understand! What was the point of that conversation?!
Encore performance: Saturday (Aug. 7th) at 8:30.
I have this mosquito bite on my thigh. It doesn't bother me. Until at this one point in the show. Every night. It didn't itch at all Monday or Tuesday, when we didn't have a show or rehearsal. But as soon as Wednesday rolled around, there it was again. Right on cue. I don't uderstand this either.
I'm really bitter about the fact that my weekend home alone (last one, by the way) is interrupted by the guys fixing the shower. So nights don't really matter, but they'll get here at like, 8 in the morning, when I will most definitely still be asleep. And that's just really awkward, and not really much fun. So I need to sleep somewhere else. Grr.
And my finger's infected. Fun stuff. So now I need to find some Neosporin or something. We used to have millions of tubes of it, but when we moved, they all disappeared. Mayhaps Gramma has some. And maybe I can go swimming when I go to retreive it. I hope so. I haven't been swimming in I don't know how long.
An ice cream night is in order. Must happen soon. Especially since I'm moving in a week and a half. Yikes. That's kind of weird. We have electricity and gas all lined up, so that's good. I just have to call the phone people now. Then we can worry about other stuff, like cable and internet.
Augh! I need to call STL! Ok, I'll do that now.
Me: hi
Matt: how's it goin?
Matt: I called you last night
Me: yeah, I got your message
Matt: ok
Matt: gtg
Matt: later
Me: ok...bye
I don't understand! What was the point of that conversation?!
Encore performance: Saturday (Aug. 7th) at 8:30.
I have this mosquito bite on my thigh. It doesn't bother me. Until at this one point in the show. Every night. It didn't itch at all Monday or Tuesday, when we didn't have a show or rehearsal. But as soon as Wednesday rolled around, there it was again. Right on cue. I don't uderstand this either.
I'm really bitter about the fact that my weekend home alone (last one, by the way) is interrupted by the guys fixing the shower. So nights don't really matter, but they'll get here at like, 8 in the morning, when I will most definitely still be asleep. And that's just really awkward, and not really much fun. So I need to sleep somewhere else. Grr.
And my finger's infected. Fun stuff. So now I need to find some Neosporin or something. We used to have millions of tubes of it, but when we moved, they all disappeared. Mayhaps Gramma has some. And maybe I can go swimming when I go to retreive it. I hope so. I haven't been swimming in I don't know how long.
An ice cream night is in order. Must happen soon. Especially since I'm moving in a week and a half. Yikes. That's kind of weird. We have electricity and gas all lined up, so that's good. I just have to call the phone people now. Then we can worry about other stuff, like cable and internet.
Augh! I need to call STL! Ok, I'll do that now.