Storytime!

The consequence of sitting at the front desk during a play here is that everyone assumes I'm the box office manager, which means I've gotten very used to pointing and saying, "the box office is that way." A group of people came in, one of whom knew I was not the ticket person, and pulled his friend back just as he was approching me with a joking, "don't talk to her! Tickets are over there," to which his friend replied, "I was going to ask her on a date. (To me) What are you doing later this evening?"

Ahahaha...I love this job. (I do wish I didn't have it tonight though...I wanted to stay at Anneka's! *wail*)

And some writing: the opening bit and the first scene to something I began in senior year, and just added to now. I'm fond of it; I wish I could figure out what was going on, so I could write more. Although I think maybe I just have--Henry has marched in and taken over, apparently.

( It had become so that thinking “where am I?” as I woke up had passed beyond cliché into a priori assumption. )