Gues that didn’t work.
Well, 2AM is always a good time to post.
My brother’s finally all moved in. Christian and I have swapped rooms (a 5-hour task, as it turns out) and Craig and I are in the larger room now. I must admit, it’s a bit strange to be living in this room and for Christian to be in the other one — it’s been one way since January, and suddenly the 8-month order of things has been disturbed. Hopefully I’ll get used to it, but not too used to it (as we’re moving out in about a month).
I’m growing increasingly frustrated with my excessive facial hair growth (beard) that I’ve been keeping for my play, “Chekhov in Yalta.” The play goes up in under two weeks at the American Academy of Dramatic Arts. Should be a funny one. Hopefully, I can make it until the end of the week-long run without shaving.
I finished watching the second season of “Lost.” Amazing fucking show. My blood is itching for my next fix, but it won’t come until October. Thankfully, the Lost Experience will appease me every day until then. I also aught the season finale of “Entourage.” Words can’t express my sorrow. I knew what was going to happen going into the episode, and know how this arc will (probably) end, but it was still heartbreaking. Additionally, I’m pissed that I have to wait until March for new episodes. Fuck. Well, with “Lost” returning in October, and “Scrubs” coming back mid-season (with “Nobody’s Watching”… which I told you all to watch!), I should be held over for a while. Now if only “Arrested Development” could come back…
I guess I’ll try and catch some sleep. It may be futile, as I’m a bit too wired to sleep and the apartment needs to have some work done tomorrow at 8AM, but I’ll make an attempt anyway. Good night, Gracie!


