Obligatory update of the sentence-fragment variety

The Boy and I broke up. So it goes.

Rehearsals are going incredibly well. Off-book on Sunday.

Got ass-raped by a Geology test this morning. That's right. Raped. Right up the ass. The two-fisted, no lube, prison variety rape. I'm thinking of pulling an Ophelia and drowning myself in the shower after this post......

The Ls have been incredibly supprtive of me and all my stressed-out craziness, and for that I thank them.

Something that was said to me today that I found both amusing and disturbing, "When you make love, I picture it like a piano concerto. PLayful, beautiful, yet tricky, full of surprises." To which I replied, "Like Rachmaninov?" and he agreed. Lesson of the day: When I make love, it will be like a piano concerto by Rachmaninov.

Corsets are the bane of my exestance, but more on that later. I fully intend to devote an entire diatribe to these instruments of torture.

Am in desperate need for a distraction of the party-merriment-making sort, but due to the ever impending off-book deadline, and my need to study for 3 exams next week, not sure if that will happen.

Have a stomach ache.

Been talking to Ninja via e-mail quite frequently. His mails are so filled with hilarity that they provide just enough of that much needed distraction to get me through the day.