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So I saw this play last night in Windsor, it wasn't the greatest thing ever. However, the lead drooled and that was pretty funny and rather gross. I would really like to know what time it is, but I don't know which clocks are right and which clocks are wrong! I hate daylight savings time. Anyway, back to the play. It was a farse (sp?) called "Love, Sex and the IRS", it was about getting more money from the IRS and this guy had to dress up like a girl and all of this stuff happened, the end. I have to write a paper today comparing the book "Black Boy" to the movie "Finding Forrester", anyone wanna help me? I wouldn't be writing this paper if it weren't for Lassoff (sucks) not telling me what I missed when I was absent, wow, I hate him. And today's my birthday, for those of you who care. It's also my friend, chris', birthday and it's Rachel K's and Marty's 1 year anniversary. Chris and I are 16, Rachel and Marty are 1. I really have nothing else to say at this point in time. .:Happy Birthday to me:.