Practicing a skit for advertising the opening of the Canteen on Tuesday … brainstorming ideas … settling on one that involved several people dying (don’t worry, they’re all rescued in the end) … question as we were discussing things … “How many ways can we come up with to die creatively??”
It’s another rainy day. Officially the 4th hurricane in 4 weeks is reaching us. This is another day during which I could curl my hair 16 times and it would STILL be flat by supper time!
Heard on my floor tonight:
One girl was sad ’cause the Montreal Canadian game was going into overtime, which meant that, because our internet shuts off at 10:30, she wouldn’t be able to check the score till the morning. She was bemoaning that sad fact, and I was offering my shoulder for her to cry onto. Her roommate (not a Montreal Canadian fan) said, “Look, I don’t mind if you’re upset about the game tonight, or that you cheer for the opposite team that I do. But please keep HIM — (extracting a teddy bear with the Montreal Canadian symbol on his shirt from HER blankets) — OFF my bed!!!!”