The Privilege of the Poor

All I have to say today is this... I DON'T HAVE TO BE AT REHEARSAL TONIGHT! YAY! Not that I will be slacking. I am listening and learning this G.D. music. I am determined not to let it get the best of me.

And for those of you wondering (like there's a slew of people reading this...GOD I'm a narcissist)--the smoking (or not smoking) thing is terrible. If you've never been addicted to anything, you won't know the constant nagging ache in your gut. I have reasoned with my self every way possible... "Maybe I'll just smoke at home" or "maybe I'll just smoke at work" and to be honest I'm not too terribly sure that either of those aren't still options for me. I am going to stick it out as long as I can, but this morning at the gas station, I was tempted to just buy a pack and end this hell. Even as I type here this evening, I would love to be puffing on a nice, mentholated Marlboro.

First choreography rehearsal is Sunday. More then.

Now you can go back to surfing for porn!

HBH