Besides That, Mrs. Lincoln, How Was the Show?

I hate setting my clock forward...I really don't want to speed up the day. The weekend has gone by quick enough.

I don't want to do ANYTHING. I have absolutely no motivation.

I have a rehearsal from 2-4 and then work from 6-8, I'm dreading them both! Not like either is really all that hard. Especially work, I sit there and watch television or play pool or something. But the thought of having to pleasantly interact with other human beings makes me want to push the next person I see in front of a car and I am NOT kidding. Luckily for them neither work nor rehearsal takes place next to a busy street.