ugh.

it's 1:16 in the morning, and I'm effing tired. But I'm just going to talk about some stuff.
I'm utterly sick of Whinny the Pooh. I hate the kids in that play. I was talking to Sarah earlier tonight and we were naming how many kids we could actually tolerate, I came up with 4. FOUR EFFING KIDS out of a cast of about 25. That's sad. I don't know what the fuck these kids have against me, or why they just hate me but it's really pissing me off. I hate kids in the first place so that's already a strike against them, and I normally wouldn't give a shit what some snot-nosed third grader had to say about me, but there's just something about them that angers me when it's mentioned that I'll be filling in a part for today and a groan goes around the entire room. I think that would upset anybody. Luckily there are a few kids I can turn to without being insulted upon contact. But without Sarah being there, I think there might be some lawsuits on my hands. Well apparently "some stuff" is just one thing. I'm too tired to write anymore for I feel that my head may drop onto my keyboard any secoa;lskdjfiea

Love, Will