It seems reguardless of my parents bitching at me - they refuse to allow me to drop out and get a g-e-d / job / and so on. I find that almost entertaining, but not quite. In any event, it should be thursday - and I should be asleep - and I dont know what jimmoi is thinking but friday is my drama day / and ive got to make a bunch of people burned ceedees. blaargh. the world is becoming slower, and slower. is it just me or is the rotation of the earth becoming lethargic? do you know how many copies of Shelly West / Jose Cuervo there are in existance? FLAM CAKES. Time for bed for james.