Saturday, March 01, 2003 :::
 

so it's almost 4 pm here at the Dad's GAY-rage Theatre ... people have been doing improv since 10:30 last night. Some are punky/// some are punchy. others look like they can go all day. My feet are a little sore, been in my doc marten's since about 10 am or so. I crashed out about 5 am or so, closer to 6 i belive. i slept on this cushion pad in the Top Shelf. i had brought it from home, with my freshly washed big-ass blanket of big-asseitude. I had to put my head under the covers, as I kept getting this cold cold breeze zooming by my head, as the loading bay dor in Top Shelf just dosen't close flush with the floor. If you're not laying down right next to it, you'll never know. it was plesenatly black, other then that. there was a red 7 day candle on the bookshelf nearby, lighting the way to sleep, precious sleep. I kept dreaming about ROCKY... the boys in the other room ,only divided by a partition, were playing the ROCKY video game. I kept dreaming about my friends beating the shit outta each other, in the stage ... improving ..and fighting. it was wierd.

::: posted by Grendy at 3/01/2003 10:03:00 PM