(on that note...)

some other things about my day:

• I have mastered the art of making myself cry onstage. w00t!
• Got ____? We do! (Got creativity? We don't!)
• Best lunch ever today was mocked mercilessly by the lunchtable today. Robert The French (as I call him, along with "bony bod" and "jacques") does not appreciate the joy that I feel for having access to the art studio's microwave. I had steamy hot brown rice with cinnamon sugar, and all I got was his merde. he can va le faire foutre with a vache grase. There was no reason for him to pelt me with half-chewed fruit snacks. This is not Kindergarten.