If something is wrong with this post, ignore it. I'm trying to blog by the reflection on the back or the CD that's in front of me. For some reason I thought it would be funny.
Turns out it wasn't.
I feel that my daily ironies are lacking in quality. Ah, well.
Daily irony: Adolph Coors III was the heir to the Coors Beer fortune. He was allergic to beer.
So I'm in "Guys and Dolls, Jr." as Nicely-Nicely, and I just found out that the performances are at the same time as MARCHING BAND! BAH!
So I don't know what to do. Because I really want to be in this play if not only because I want to go to the practices (friends are there... it'll be fun) and not even perform. And I'll only miss
Oh my god! LADYBUGS ARE ATTACKING ME! It's on my arm. Get it off! GET IT OFF!
Anyway I'll only miss 2 marching band performances vs. missing all of the practices and the performance to the play.
It's like the difference between my summer being fun or not.
Not that I would think about missing marching band, Susan. And I like the Sherlock joke. But I don't get the cherry one. Maybe something with the word "pit"? Armpit? Nah. I'd go with the Sherlock one.
I sleep now.