My room is a wreck.

I have too many clothes, many of which don't fit well and consequently never are worn.  I miss having a nice open space to walk through.  I have too much crap.  Books I've read and will likely not read again anytime soon.. old school notebooks piled high, shoes here and there.. music stuff. 

Anyone else notice gas prices starting to creep back up? 

One left

Tonight will be the last performance of The Music Man.  It's sold out every showing except last Wednesday, which is a credit to the actors and director.  As previously mentioned I will be happy to see this end.  A lot of things bothered me about the part I played, but I did enjoy being part of the production.  I'd like doing something like this again, maybe without the broadway music and pressure to draw crowds. 

I didn't do much today, for a change.  Finally finished rewriting an image class for a web project, started cleaning my room, cleaned the kitchen, hung my Rhino Gothic Box Set poster and had Fellini's for supper. 

I'm not sure what I'm going to do tomorrow after children's play rehearsal.  Part of me wants to ride but I don't think I'll have time to pick up my bike (in Fores Park) and drive an hour to wherever.  Plus the last thing I need is to go riding and break something a day before I start my new job. 

.yuck.

No wonder no girl ever seems the least bit interested in me.  I'm so freaking ugly. 

Not that dieting will change any of that but I have to do something.  I feel yucky just looking at myself.    I can only imagine how others in real-life see me.  My stomach has grown larger than I ever would have imagined.  Not that I am obese - I'm not.  But I should know better than to let myself go like this.  I'm thin, and I'd like to remain that way. 

South Beach here I come.