This is what would happen if Matt, Barry, Christian, Kathy, and I were stranded on a desert island. Disregarding who would kill whom first for food... We'd use Barry's chest hair for clothing, Christian's tummy for warmth, we'd hollow out Matt and use him as a canoe, my breasts would be the floatation devices, and Kathy's butt would be a lifesaver. Okay, we have too much time on our hands. And please don't ask how the topic came up, because it would be just too hard to explain, but it was really funny to think of.
A couple of nights ago--before I went to Kelowna for the wedding--I had one of those nights where I just could not sleep. I went to bed by about 1, but didn't fall asleep until at least 3:30. The fun (?!) thing about that was that I lay in bed, too lazy/tired/comfortable to move and read or something like that, so I made a pattern in my head for a bag that I want to sew before I leave, and wrote some fun lines of poetry, and stuff like that. The weirdest thing is that I actually remembered it in the morning. I never do that!
Anyways, that's a bit of randomness from lately. I don't really know what else to talk about. No profound thoughts here... how can there be? I spent 5 hours in rehearsal and 6 hours working today. Fun times, hey?
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