On my birthday I bought myself a Holga camera, which is a cheap plastic toy camera that professionals use because of the dreamlike images they produce. I bought film for it today, and I can't wait to try it. In the instructions it says that you just can't take yourself seriously with this camera, and it loosens you up, and also that people are calmer around it because it looks so goofy.

Yesterday I stubbed my toe and busted my toenail, which I found out when I took off my moccasin and the blood poured out.

Do I think I can possibly stop hurting my feet? Between the fat foot, the hurt ankle and now the toenail, enough is more than enough.

We had rehearsal tonight, and Gregg and I were sitting at our table making jokes. At one point, Mark has this bit where he's supposed to dance, and he did not, and Michelle's line is "You're ready for the Follies Bergere!", and I whispered to Gregg "How can she tell?" and Gregg said "Maybe she means as a stage manager."

Okay, the laryngitis has gotten much better, and I only sound like Demi Moore.
Well, Demi Moore with a headcold.

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