here we are, deja vu.

tomorrow's forecast? lightly cloudy. a 92% chance of bitchfaces early in the morning.

scheduled at eight o clock on a saturday morning again.

someone please shove a 'help wanted' sign in my face and make me eat it so i'll pay attention.

there was a show tonight. i get to work with some talented people. i am lucky.

that's all i really have to say about it.