As I get older, I've been trying not to be so paranoid. I think I'm turning into my mother. BLAH! I'm very impatient and I bore easily, so I'm always looking for excitement or a challenge. Does that mean I won't ever settle for boring? I hope not, because boring = sane.
Oh well, I guess I am who I am for a reason. One day, I'll understand it.
Anyway, I've been writing like mad, and I wrote the BOMB poem to be performed at Cream sometime in March. I already have the poem or two I will perform next Saturday. In the meantime, I am going to Second City tomorrow. Tomorrow I have volunteer(maybe), mtg, party #1, visitin loveprincess524, dinner, Second City. I have no idea how I'm going to pull all of this off, but it will be fun trying.