Let it be known that, henceforth, Ryan Rainville is proclaimed to be "God's Gift to Blind Dogs"!
Kathryn and I are merely "wayward theologians".
Last night at Rehersal:
Paul: I need to go home...I need to mastrubate really badly. (Once again, Paul, waaaaaaaaaaaay too much information.)
Dr. Seuss + A Midsummer Night's Dream = "I do not like Demetrius! I do not like him in a box, I do not like him with a fox! I do not like him in a house, I do not like him with a mouse! I do not like him here or there; I do not like him anywhere! I do not like Demetrius! I do not like him, Egeus!"
This morning in Calc:
Mr. Sinclainr: Anything in this world can be undone.
Me: Except murder.
Today I love having a big part! Finally!
Today I hate not being able to sleep at night
Today I wonder why no one has yet asked me who the attractive hunk that has been staring coyly out of my icon lately is.