Augh. I'm pacing back and forth. It's 6:13am. My taxi doesn't come here until 8:00am. But I'm a little high strung. Orientation has finally come. In a few hours I'll be sitting in a theatre probably freaking out going 'Where am I? What am I supposed to do? Who's That?! Do I have to walk home in the rain?"
I still got to paint my nails and eat breakfast and calm down @__@. I don't even know what I want for Breakfast. Lucky Charms (which hurt my teeth and veins) or Nesquik (be jumpy for 1/2 of an hour!) I should have bought the box of Fruit Loops at Shoppers. At least it has aToucan on it than this evil Leprechaun which hates me. That's right!
Why do my clothes smell like work? This is weirding me out. I smell like the month I worked as a secretary. Slightly tinged with summer rain and coaldust.
It's too early.