wired printed stories; world went crazy.

I am all kinds of amused at how this six-word-story has exploded all over LJ and everywhere, like a big...exploding thing. (Hush. I'm exhausted. My brain ain't functioning.) Memes, links, now a fanfic community version. Cripes.

In other news:
- theater people are incredible & amazing.
- i love my friends so madly much; they make everything bearable.
- my roommates & i just think we're so funny...& really, at two in the morning, who's to argue?
- this paper is killing me dead, but i'm almost done. i really hate bosl. he doesn't make sense.
- i like that erin & i can have an intellectually informed argument about how full of shit bosl is & how annoying his article is. the geek in me is pleased.
- this weekend is going to be full full full of rehersal and costume designing. i cannot think of a better way to spend it.

& now I'll go back to my paper. I wanted to finish by three; clearly that won't happen. I'll be in bed by four, though. Lights out & everything. I have to believe that. Wow, am I exhausted...

hazing

I guess I can really call myself a period actor now that I've jabbed myself in the finger with a hatpin. I'm sort of proud of it, in a twisted way. Except for the fact that it happened last night & it still hasn't closed over, since it keeps opening up when I wash my hands. Stupid hatpin.