tds

So the headache I thought I'd get is now banging on the door. Bah. The one notion of headaches I've never understood is that they seem to come after something major, be it positive or negative. You gotta love a minor fear of having too GOOD a time.

Class was class Monday. Music was good, Acting is better. Things are in motion.

Okay, well some things are in motion. I don't know. Confused Guy will stop talking now.

So someone's letting their dog use the space between my door and my neighbor's door as a restroom. I've been trying to think of who it is, and the only option is Mishapen Lady With The Little Dogs. I always thought she liked me; we always exchanged polite glances and awkward smiles and things like that. She lives in another unit, so either me or Neighbor Girl must have done something to really piss her off. Had to be Neighbor Girl (who came home singing the other night, and still sounds amazing). I can see her being all bitchy at people. Regardless, there's a pile of shit out there now that I refuse to touch. What's wrong with people?

Not worth the thought, really. It's one of those stupid, irrational things, like when you get mad because someone you can't stand doesn't like you.

I'm still feeling good. I know exactly why, too. Rats.

So, yeah, plan tonight is do "homework" (watch "American Idol." I'm being completely serious; it's an assignment in Music), then read until I pass out.

My head hurts.

Later.