Effing aim. I can’t seem to stop signing on, so today I blocked everyone on my buddy list. That way, the next time I sign on, there’ll be no one to talk to. I have to stop this addiction before I become an aim whore.

To any DC people who wanna see guys and dolls: since I cut myself off from aim, just call me to let me know when you’ll be coming so that I can get you tickets.

I’ve been having coordination problems lately. I bruised my knee getting into my desk, I bruised my other knee getting out of my desk, I scraped/bruised my shin when I ran into a counter, and I bruised my arm when I tripped going upstairs to my house. What the heck is this. I hope I don’t fall off the stage during one of the performances this weekend.