I'm eating pretzels, but all I want is the salt. I have to somehow magically produce money for my acting class tonight. I keep drawing on my savings and its driving me nuts*. yar.
My stomach is yicky like it was last Saturday, which leads me to believe I'm allergic to Marlboro blacks. It's a good thing I don't smoke.


(*a pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel hanging out of his fly. The bartender says, "what's that steering wheel doing hanging out of your fly?" and the pirate says, "I don't know, but it's driving me nuts." yar.)