I'm having an odd week. The play is over, and though that's sort of nice, it's left me with nothing to do in my evenings. Also, Kevyn left on Monday for a ten day vacation to Las Vegas and LA. So now I have even less to do with my evenings. Somehow, though, this whole week, I've gone to bed at 1 am every night, and woken up at 8.30 am or earlier every day. It's pretty much my own doing--I keep staying up to watch Scrubs at 11.30 and midnight.

I guess that's all I've got to say.

It is several hours later now. I got up at 8.30 today to rehearse with my scene partner, who called me ten minutes before I was about to walk out the door to tell me that he was at the dentist and would be unable to rehearse. Everything he says is a lie. I decided that I could go to school, get a little work done and nap, or finish watching "Spiderman" (which I'd started last night) and then go to school. Obviously I chose Spiderman. Boy, that was a good decision.