i've been stressing out over what i want to do tonight for my birthday dinner. my shoulder hurts because of it. what the fuck?
last night i saw wicked with my mom, jeff, and mary. i don't really know how to describe how i felt about the muscial, but i enjoyed it. i'm not a critic but i was entertained. i always get chills when the performers hit high notes.
the cab driver kept hitting on mary on the way back.
last night i slept in elliot's room because my suite mates were horny neanderthals and i just wanted to sleep. i did not get much in elliot's room either, he kept yelling nonsense in his sleep. it was so ridiculous.
lately i've been listening to David Bowie and the Talking Heads.