For Some Reason

For some reason my ass is dragging today, and I still have auditions for Reefer to go to, which entails walking all the way to Northside from my couch on Murray Hill. I want to go because my old roommate is directing and I have to drop her off a check for some things and also because I want to see her. I want to be in the show. I don't want to go because I broke my toenail in half yesterday and walking seems less fun than usual, especially after a three-hour ecology lab spent literally hugging trees.

The ecology lab was supposed to end at five. For some reason, the bus driver didn't show at the Farm till six. He claimed to have left at four and gotten caught up in traffic. My ass, you did.

For some reason today I am in love with many men I have met. I don't know if it's the greyness of the day or the lack of romance in my relationship lately (fraternity rush leads to much conversation about boobies and beer) or just the fact that it's been almost a year and my feet are getting itchy.

For some reason the first season DVDs of Prison Break actually ended and now I have to watch it every week like a normal person.