bestwurst

I'm sitting here, when I should be sleeping because I have rehearsal for a project with my partner at eight, or rehearsing my monologue because I haven't even fully memorized it yet. I got to go home this weekend and see my mother and my pets, I'm getting money back from the government (albeit late), I have cornbread that's been burnt on top as a souvenir from dinner with my dad, I don't even have enough money in either of my accounts to pay for rent, and Colin Firth finally won an Oscar. Oh, and I still can't stop thinking about you, although heaven knows you can definitely stop thoughts about me on a dime.

It's definitely a mixed bag of a night. Recipe for this week looks about the same.