There's no business like...

Show or printing business.

Lordy. ...I sang in choir this morning and clearly it messed my head up. Also, only choir people would sing "Happy Birthday" in harmony. Oh, singers.

Boys Next Door is an AMAZING show. I reallyreallyreally want it videotaped. It makes me glee inside. I'm stealing the CD, definitely.  And finding a different opening song to sort of set the mood so I can have a BND mix that has the one song at the end... eeh. It is Love.

I need to find out what the stitch is on the magazine. And learn three weeks of math in two hours.

I'm exhausted beyond belief. I hope I don't have jazz band. Or physics. I hope my physics teacher's gone.

Stupid non-class day tomorrow. I think I can talk mum into letting me sleep in instead.

And then I can write some. I have a beautiful scene. It's sad, y'know, when someone has to relearn to appreciate life, and just starts to enjoy themselves again, and then dies. *Sighs*

Anyway. Toodle-pip and all that.