St Patricks Day

... nothing. Went to open mike night, wrote a poem that I deemed unfit for spoken-word, applied for a job... same old.

Oh... I got assigned my scene for my acting class. I have to play a streetcorner evangelist called the Reverend D who takes advantage of a poverty-stricken single mother of five... this'll be tough.

The scary part is that this may be an excellent part for me. Get this: the monolgue that takes place immedeately after the scene is entitled, "Suffering Is An Enormous Turn-On."

not that that's me, per se, but I think I should be able to play the part with some practice.