Though it's nearly 11.30, I must wish you all good morning, because I've been up for all that long. All my awake time, though, has been devoted to creating the blog you now see before your eyes. I love the stars, they are beyond cool! Through the week, I'll be adding more "stuff" and a tagboard is in the ideas, though I'm looking for one without a thousand ads attached. More on last night. . .so, before adventures with the random street-jumping man, the boys and I knocked over (well, I wanted to, but the boys were feeling law-abiding last night) the Bedford Buy-Low. Anyways, we were the only three people in the store; we walked in together, walked around the store together, and walked to the check-out together. Should seem pretty obvious that we were there, um, TOGETHER, right? Apparently not. As I, the last person in the line, checked out, the woman looked at my groceries (which consisted of a bottle of milk, a mountain dew amp, and chocolate chip cookies) and then looked at Dean's, and then Mike's, who had purchased both beverages, but we didn't need three boxes of cookies, right? Mind you, we were talking the whole time, and doing together things, me and the boys, that is. She looks at me and says, "Huh, that's weird. The three of you bought almost the same thing. That never happens." I was struck mute. Does the inanity of that statement strike anyone else???? I don't know, maybe I'm just harsh on people. Check that. I am harsh on people, but I don't mind it, and I accept it when people treat me the same, though I try not to be dumb enough to where that's a problem. Phew. Hmm. . .need to do some reading today, and talk to my theatre partner to see when we can practice, though I'm not too worried about it. Also, if anyone has a blonde wig I can borrow, I'd appreciate it! Not telling you what for, though. Top secret and the like. I think we (me, Mike, Dean, maybe Matt, cuz he's off work) are going North today, because it seems like the thing to do. Perhaps we'll stumble across our own Brigadoon. I live with the hope that fairytales will come true, though I just can't make it happen. Sigh. Until later. Oh, by the way, check out the poem along the bottom. It's an original, and the first line is "ice against glass" so you can read it in order if you want. Actually, I might try to read it out of order and see what happens. Good poetic exercise.