Shit Eating Grin

GAH!

Pulled in a thousand directions! 

Aaron can't find his mammoth's tooth.

Our piggy bank just grinned at me.

The BHS muscal goes up this weekend and I had no part in it and it is going up without me and I feel so insignificant.

I have about a billion and a half things to do for my thursday night drama classes.

I have no job prospects for next year, not even an interview.

Did I mention that a minute ago the piggy bank grinned?  He did.  And when I looked back he was stoic and inscrutable once more.

I had a coffee coolatta today for the first time.  Unfortunatley, it was de-fucking-lish.  So now I might need to get more of those, just as I vowed to give up Dunks forever.

I don't trust the piggy bank now.  But.  I imagine I'd hear him coming, right?  Kinda jingly.  It'll be like a lil pink Jacob Marley; not subtle at all.  I wonder how he'll manage to climb the ladder to the loft.

Hilarious.

He's just staring at me now, as though he didn't flash me a facetious, obnoxious grin a few minutes ago.  But he and I both know what happened.