Feeling: wakeful
Listening to: Tori Amos - "A Case of You"
Reading/Watching: Acorna's Search, by Anne McCaffrey & Elizabeth Anne Scarborough

Opening night tonight, all was well. I had to bite my lip a few times to keep from laughing on stage.

Not much to say, I'm writing a rough draft for English, listening to Bush's newscast from earlier this evening (God, for the millionth time, it's not nukular), and discussing the three categories of guys with Miller: cute jerks, cute sweethearts, and ew.

I should turn the TV off, the fuzzy nouns are giving me a headache. (Weapons of mass destruction, regime, disarmament. Bleh. I'm not a Bush-hater, but he kinda sucks at answering questions.)

But I swore a while back not to get into politics on this journal. For one thing, my opinions are usually too moderate to satisfy most people, and for another, it's frickin' annoying to read long rants and lectures from some pretentious college chick who, for the most part, has no idea what she's talking about.

Everyone was just crazy backstage tonight. It was all giggles and hyperactivity... I forgot how fantastic that energy can be.

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