Yet

another beautifully, fantastically, awesomely mundane start of a fresh new day. As I sit here writing this post from what has turned out to be the dress and props room for the rest of the schedule, I suddenly feel hungry.

Now, the word "hunger" shoots off so many thought patterns of various different tangents in this meek little brain of mine, I feel its hard to digest. I feel full. Already.

So, we shall not talk about food.

Instead, I will indulge in narcissism.