11-19-1996 Celery Celebration!

Stage Manager my ASS! I'm a fuckign Gofer! Get me some Brads. Get me that tub of water. Get me some paint, wash these brushes. And the actors have the day off, so I'm basically alone. Beth alsays tells me how Hot Chris Omally is. DAMN IT! They said I would be as hot as Chris O! They said I was! Damnit!
I'm lying down on the small blue stairs by stage right exit. My fondest memory of Claire was here, where I am. where we were lying down in teh dark, during out off scenes of Man of La Mancha. I was hugging her.
This place isn't the same. It's... I don't like it. so why do I lie here? I don't know. All I know is that I'm not cute, the girls don't *like* me but I hav eno right to complain , because some lameass kid has it worse.
I hate my life. I want to go home.
Well, it's 10:29:14. today sucked I guess. I took 2 tests. I guess I did OK. I got the personal webpage publisher prog. I want a bunch of progs before AOl starts their thing. I should giv eJesse and Account. At least a temp. or tell him to send me Java and such other webmaking tools.
why do I get odd inspirations? They are wonderful. I lvoe them. They are things that Name my company Celery Celebration ar Make me write Capecod everywhere I go in Yosemite. In line for lunch this occurred to me: If the star Sirius was surrounded by life supporting planets, and you committed a crime and were sent to Sirius to do it, if Sirius had a weak gravitational pull, doing serious time on Sirius would be Serious. Well, I'm going to make a Celery Celebration! web page. -Celebrate!